This is a song about "My lobe"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

My own unknown is my enemy,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

This is my original, my validation

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son