This is a song about "My imaginations"

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation.

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

So both of our imaginations are creations of the situation

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Secret society all we ask is trust

My electric methadone

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

I go, in when i start putting words out

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

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

This is my original, my validation