This is a song about "My haitians"

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

The krusty krabs and the people called haitians

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

"contemplate", i wrote about her

My own unknown is my enemy,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

See my pain through my eyes,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,