This is a song about "Be my valentine"

Which my body doesn't want to be

A military mind mean money

Commanding things to be my way

What you want me to say

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Megaphones be blaring my bass,

Consider that to be my submit,

I be on some other shit

But c-can't look up in that mirror

I be on my dark liquor

When something is broken

You'll always be my loved one

It must be my personality,

I like my girls smart, skinny

Fresh out the airport

Peace be upon him my lord