This is a song about "My parkn"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I dont love you im just confused

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Girls fast how jamaicans run

My words are my rhythm

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,