This is a song about "My rymes"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Yall know what? ignore button

Dissecting my specimen

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

This is my original, my validation

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

Grab my knife and my gun

All the girls really want is fun