This is a song about "Whippin my wris"

This is my original, my validation

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked