This is a song about "My talala"

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

My own unknown is my enemy,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

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

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

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her