This is a song about "My wigga"

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

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

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

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

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

My own unknown is my enemy,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim