This is a song about "My yout"

Oh fuck, i remember i forgot yout son, he was hiding in the closet right,

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Gotta work - slight work

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Oh you a muslim now, no more dope game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her