This is a song about "My buttcheek"

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

My words are my rhythm

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

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

Got me rushed to the station

My researched information,

Grab my knife and my gun

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her