This is a song about "My wiener"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You can see with your fans

Grab my knife and my gun

Cold world no blanket son

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I was so sincere like nas first name

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm a son of gun

My words are my rhythm

And now that i’m getting money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Too focused, one word

My shirt, purple label my shirt