This is a song about "My"

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Sometimes two people jump their feelings out

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

My words are my rhythm

On the bible you can run