This is a song about "My slong"

Family my motivation

Wayne scorching, i'll applaud him

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

I prefer your applause without a handout

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

These my rhymes and my story

I reel them in, goadomes on see

She never ready to go so she forever come

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones