This is a song about "My melody"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

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

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

Im steady killing with a heavy metal melody as my theme song,

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

Ayoh, check the melody, my brain is collapsing

There must be another route, way out

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure