This is a song about "My youtube"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Youtube and listening to music at full blast

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

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

Not cocky, that's just honest speech

Future youtube hits reach

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you ever feel alone and

Youtube dot com slash cue the elephant

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types