This is a song about "My roommate phil"

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Cuz i switch wifey every season like uncle phil

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

My words are my rhythm

I'm a son of a gun

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

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

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.