This is a song about "My lin"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I just want somebody i can see

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Ridin' through my city car black can't see out

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You can see with your fans

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl