This is a song about "My parkn"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

That is my wish, my fantasy.

That's why i'm makin' money

Chasing money in the city of crime

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

Grab my knife and my gun

They had a hell of a run

Red bottoms with the spike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

She forget about her husband

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given