This is a song about "Tikle my pikle"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

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

Grab my knife and my gun

And i am one of one

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired