This is a song about "On my ow"

I put my raps on vine,

I'm just here to have a good time

Rolling with my yankees hat on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Start to work on my libido

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Hand on my heart for my actual anthem.

That's real as ever

All my love is on her

That's word to my mom

Before my time pasted on

Ow god the supspense has been killing me,

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably