This is a song about "My sweetheart"

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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

My words are my rhythm

Just a place that they can come

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

Dissecting my specimen

Tryna find the one

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

She prefer the dutty wine

My summertime sunshine