This is a song about "My saviour"

All the girls really want is fun

My words are my rhythm

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

My god is my saviour he is my protector,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps