This is a song about "My mclaren"

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My streaks my testament.

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

When it's all said and done

My words are my rhythm

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine