This is a song about "My vrib"

This is my original, my validation

We lookin' for something like navigation

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My words are my rhythm

Magic city tipping them

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout