This is a song about "My identitu"

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

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

My streaks my testament.

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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