This is a song about "My aide"

These my rhymes and my story

On they twitter writing novels, see

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And all she wants is to dance

If you ever feel alone and

My streaks my testament.

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I just want somebody i can see

My summertime sunshine

My gold rollie tell time

My own unknown is my enemy,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and