This is a song about "Be mine and not his"

And i know that you're open

And i should not be woken

18 months? please, that ain't facing time

And just in time your head is mine

Die, but that better not be from suicide, he said looking down at his puzzled bother

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

We're on the line, and you're mine, i'm yours, it'll be alright if you stay by my side

Crack lookin' at me like "you sell me, won't you be mine",

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

And i should not be woken

I'm a son of a gun

Carol city or was it the west

And we may not be perfect

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Don't be stupid and look through his disguise