This is a song about "My wcw"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

See my pain through my eyes,

I just shake dice

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And everybody's having sex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

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

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever