This is a song about "My crusj"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I hope you see that i'm sincere, and even if you

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

But i just wanna know if i speak could you listen

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Enforce, i'm elegant and

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That's why i'm makin' money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost