This is a song about "Shizzle my nizzle"

These my rhymes and my story

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

There are times when you'll need someone

Grab my knife and my gun

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks