This is a song about "Jockin my stlyle"

I’m tryna be low key

That is my wish, my fantasy.

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And i hope you a believer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

These my rhymes and my story

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

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

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Car seats got screens in them

My words are my rhythm