This is a song about "My motorcycle"

Ahh, me so horny

These my rhymes and my story

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

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

This is my original, my validation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Secret society all we ask is trust

Takin' breaks will leave you broken

Grab my knife and my gun

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

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