This is a song about "My haitians"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

The krusty krabs and the people called haitians

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Catch you up on places i've been

Grab my knife and my gun

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

You a lady boss, now you fly free

These my rhymes and my story

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

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

And losin all his money

That is my wish, my fantasy.