This is a song about "My willy"

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

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

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

And now that i’m getting money

My own unknown is my enemy,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

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