This is a song about "Katie metcalfe my nanna"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Hey man so far i've been listenin to your album

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I think i owe you an apology katie, 'cause no one's as cold as me,

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

The kinda person to get katie couric to cursin'

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him