This is a song about "My 64"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

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

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They'll have to rename this one

My words are my rhythm

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

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

Than the muse of a family

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.