This is a song about "My arrival"

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Trying hard to speak and

My streaks my testament.

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

What we gotta do to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

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

No more amore, i refuse to force you

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets