This is a song about "Bryanna and i"

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

And it is anything i want and bitch i want it all

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

So i snort another line and

This how i hear it different

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

As i get older and bolder i just get sadder and sadder

And i mean it (and i mean it)

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

We're made for each other

And i think i like her

But i can't and i won't

And my regime includes east coast

But i look and i see,

Bait baby, wait baby