This is a song about "My weiner"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

My success debated

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

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

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

You a lady boss, now you fly free

These my rhymes and my story

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run