This is a song about "My v6 commodore"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Look around: we the largest in the game

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

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

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout