This is a song about "My darling sarah"

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Let me rideuntil i get free

My own unknown is my enemy,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

About disaster in the world and

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

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

See my pain through my eyes,

She's flawless like some uncut ice