This is a song about "My johnson"

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

This is my original, my validation

Fucking the game up, working magic with this johnson

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim