This is a song about "Tikle my pikle"

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I just shake dice

See my pain through my eyes,

My drive is like no one

Grab my knife and my gun

This is my original, my validation

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

Listen to every word that i slur

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Damn, i'm just waiting for my life to begin

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised