Analysis of In my solos

I'm in my feeling now cheeked and cheered
Don't want troubles or drama here
Nobelized me a breed of veerd
In my solos.
Missed up here my estranged and the amigos
Feeling like a ghost in the Guam

Rocking blues in my jams
Let me dance my Carribean's cooltuned earlier in this ghetto,
I would creep
Tomorrow comes where no one moves her itchystep.
In my days in my leap
Let me flex a gringo  to deep.

This party is personas please play me banjos
bath in my sweat a babes hailed from native jos
Life no cost buy it all joyful and dancing a cent
Come out of night to light Floirisecent

Been wandered a star in her courses
Moon soon over let me carry my body up a wry
Been working for a week this is my endweek
Let me dance, the moon does dance.
Let the chirpy sun keep a stance.
Both are my fans they laud me with echoes praise.