This is a song about "My youtube"

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Your too young for rap,sign in on youtube

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

Third ward general, young cash money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

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

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done