This is a song about "My apol"

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

These my rhymes and my story