This is a song about "My wigga"

My streaks my testament.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

My words are my rhythm

Nigeria inspired the talk drum

If i don't make that man there dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

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

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/