This is a song about "My vocals"

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

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

As he grew up he got more confused

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Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Every time i hear your vocals i go loco,