This is a song about "My"

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

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

My words are my rhythm

For the outlawz, here we come

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

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