This is a song about "Charlotte the harot"

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I'm love stoned and i could swear

The trigger or the chair

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Take the exit, the nearest left

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best