This is a song about "My hata"

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

My electric methadone

After that moscato hit

My success debated

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

Hopefully the next album can help me out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

My own unknown is my enemy,