This is a song about "Baby your forever mine"

What them tippers don't see

Hold up i'm your baby.

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Forever lost in your hypnotic

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

Your raps are counterfeit, mine are homemade

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

It's ironic, your eyes need more improvement than mine

These emerald evergreens in your eyes reflect mine

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

Promise me you won't step out of line

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

Your bars aint equal to what #mine #is

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.