This is a song about "My bae deserie"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This is my original, my validation

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

Car seats got screens in them

My words are my rhythm

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My cash effected, my brain insane,