This is a song about "My sqaud"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

And i be countin' money till i pass out

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train