This is a song about "My mums tampons"

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out

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

My words are my rhythm

Work straight out the kitchen

Your mums pussy ill stick to

And word i blew off herb i grew

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

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

My own unknown is my enemy,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband