This is a song about "My wiener"

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This is my original, my validation

My girl said fuck off dad hes my man and im about to fuck his wiener,

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I got something you've been waiting for

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

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