This is a song about "My v6 commodore"

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

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

My words are my rhythm

Atl was tipping them

Catch you up on places i've been

Grab my knife and my gun

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

These my rhymes and my story

I’m tryna be low key

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I'm the guy with the commodore mind and a psx library

Burying my lethargy

Plottin' don’t even worry