This is a song about "My valentine"

She would throw a pout how i'm showing out

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

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

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

My words are my rhythm

If a nigga didn't fake like them

My own unknown is my enemy,

And all women who had light features, see

This is my original, my validation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin