This is a song about "Fingering my tentabulge"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And now that i’m getting money

My words are my rhythm

I'm a son of gun

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

My own unknown is my enemy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.