This is a song about "My johnson"

Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And i’m still alive, magic johnson arise

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The concept is so absurd

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

"contemplate", i wrote about her

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

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

Ha, now keep out, me and my whole team out