This is a song about "My squaf"

This is my original, my validation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Something wicked this way come

My words are my rhythm

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

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

She make me chili like t-boz, me leave her out

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,