This is a song about "My mclaren"

A military mind mean money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That we picked up at the last concert

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Burying my lethargy

What them tippers don't see

I pop one, you pop one

Grab my knife and my gun

This is my original, my validation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

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

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex