This is a song about "Tikle my pikle"

Must be something you want me to see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Gotta work - slight work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children