This is a song about "My v6 commodore"

It’s obvious that girl you’re fine

My summertime sunshine

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Girl, i put in that work

My words are my rhythm

I'm a son of a gun

They like talk to em young

Dissecting my specimen

If you feel it, it must be real just

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Mami... she open, she open

Grab my knife and my gun

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them