This is a song about "My girlfirend"

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My words are my rhythm

They had a hell of a run

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Sing it to em' shorty

These my rhymes and my story

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Third ward general, young cash money

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Make them more insecure when they caught one

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument