This is a song about "My nutsack"

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I dont love you im just confused

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

My god is my saviour he is my protector,