This is a song about "My ipad"

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Hey, must be the money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

My own unknown is my enemy,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Know it good when she go no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you ever feel alone and