This is a song about "My ps vita"

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

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

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

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

Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next