This is a song about "My budies"

My own unknown is my enemy,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

See my pain through my eyes,

I just shake dice

The concept is so absurd

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

I could think of a couple positions for you

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent