This is a song about "My show"

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

To be able to show my love in person.

My attitude is shitty i show city joy

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

When i die show no pity,put my body in crip city

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Come to my show you'll see/sea sickness no boats or yachts

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Look, i'm about my business, i don't care how many minutes i've got to show

Outside i show sympathy but my heart is going crazy

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Counting all my chains and to show that i'm calling south

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds