This is a song about "My sharm holiday"

And when i start to rise

See my pain through my eyes,

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

Nobody to treat her take her on a holiday

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you

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

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

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out