This is a song about "My"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Dc, man over money

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The concept is so absurd

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My streaks my testament.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My own unknown is my enemy,

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win