This is a song about "My yout"

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

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

This is my original, my validation

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Oh fuck, i remember i forgot yout son, he was hiding in the closet right,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for