This is a song about "My sq"

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

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

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

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I move the club like a poker dealer

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps