This is a song about "Be my"

Wonder what my fate'll be

I reel them in, goadomes on see

It must be my personality,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

My eyes do be low, two be rolled

And now it's clear as this promise

My stuff rollin, gotta be tuff

When you spill out hits

So be scared of my actions

Guess i see it's my turn

You'd still be my only concern

Which my body doesn't want to be

It ain't hard to make money

Where the black girls get their weaves back

My pride will forever be intact,