This is a song about "My sweetheart chelsea"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Grab my knife and my gun

And i listen to common

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

This is my original, my validation

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My streaks my testament.

Put the purp in the blunt