This is a song about "My ipad"

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

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

If you wanted a date, don't come

My words are my rhythm

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Just went out and bought them the greatest ipad ‘n

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

These my rhymes and my story

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Grab my knife and my gun

Hold on you can see my vision