This is a song about "My harley quinn"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I need a backyard full court size

See my pain through my eyes,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

So tell em parappa the rapper nigga rap harder

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

This is my original, my validation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin