This is a song about "My hommie"

She do it with no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My words are my rhythm

So the ones eye has freak don't run

And people call me a user, but i want you

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

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.