This is a song about "My clan"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him

This is my original, my validation

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin