This is a song about "My"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Chasing them checks, nike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Mommy all on me cause i'm touching her belly

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Straight lane kiffen them

My words are my rhythm

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure