This is a song about "My sharm holiday"

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

What them tippers don't see

These my rhymes and my story

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And they can't see the tragedy

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

This is my original, my validation

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

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