This is a song about "My mide"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Let me rideuntil i get free

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

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

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Attention is a must

My streaks my testament.