This is a song about "My bot"

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

And i be saying somethin' when i mash out

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Car seats got screens in them

My words are my rhythm

If you ever feel alone and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

She never ready to go so she forever come

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

This is my original, my validation

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

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