This is a song about "My limo"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Man it’s the killer tracks

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

I just wanna go to the slum

My words are my rhythm

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

More or less, change is imminent