This is a song about "Tikle my pikle"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He just get her bigger bags

I go, in when i start putting words out

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

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I was so sincere like nas first name

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

Inferior, but i'm nice

See my pain through my eyes,

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced