This is a song about "Your my private property"

I turn a mistake into a property

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

Used to call me the african don dada

And bring that back to my property wit ya

I'm like your own private guard

Like a small garage in your backyard

Ima go until my arm's sore

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

To seize everything you ever wanted

Private interests use college for profit

Enough to bring pain to citizens on public property

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

If you aint talking money bitch don't step up to my property

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

I have some many rhymes up in my brain, private untitled songs,