This is a song about "My wigga"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Malia family, we the family

That is my wish, my fantasy.

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

My words are my rhythm

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------