This is a song about "My weiner"

But five years from now i bet she see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Slammin that puss makes my weiner grow

No, just put us on death row

The king upon the throne

My electric methadone

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you ever feel alone and

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My own unknown is my enemy,

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

See, i like the person that you are

20 racks really thats sneaker money

That is my wish, my fantasy.