This is a song about "My ipad"

Flyer than the rest of them

My words are my rhythm

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Can’t you see just how long my run

Grab my knife and my gun

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

My researched information,

One time give it up for him

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps