This is a song about "My lobe"

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

My cash effected, my brain insane,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Than the muse of a family

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Then you're fucking confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

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

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior