This is a song about "Fingering my tentabulge"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

If you ever feel alone and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

And it rules everything around them

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

I just want somebody i can see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Gotta work - slight work

My shirt, purple label my shirt