This is a song about "My gyal"

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

This is my original, my validation

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.