This is a song about "Tikle my pikle"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This is my original, my validation

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Third ward general, young cash money

My words are my rhythm

Now look: the change has come