This is a song about "My hemoroids"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

My words are my rhythm

Bet i get like 8 of them

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Started off on thin ice

See my pain through my eyes,

Parking lot of the blue flame

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Unify them, mob through, take over and