This is a song about "My wank"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Two reflections into one

Grab my knife and my gun

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

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

I go, in when i start putting words out

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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