This is a song about "My ndog"

They say nothings ever free

These my rhymes and my story

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

I've got nothin' to worry about

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

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice