This is a song about "My asd"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

That is my wish, my fantasy.

It ain't hard to make money

My words are my rhythm

I'm a son of gun

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I’m tryna be low key

These my rhymes and my story