This is a song about "Personal apinino"

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

My own personal blimp saying,"nobody is above."

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

An empty clip, hit the ground as a nigga dashon my ass was the motherfuckin cops now

Cause i'm getting real personal now, i don't know how, else to go about this, someone call bow wow,

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

To further personal gain and interest, and see there's evidence,

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew