This is a song about "My butthole"

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

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

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

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Unify them, mob through, take over and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument