This is a song about "Shuck my"

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Higher than a vanilla sky, float by you

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

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Man it’s the killer tracks

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

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

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Once as a slave who imagined being free