This is a song about "My wigga"

I prefer your applause without a handout

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

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

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

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These my rhymes and my story

Girl, you got me in a trance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,