This is a song about "Dear nicki minaj"

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Do you always run away from all of your problems dear?

You is not hip then i can not coach her

My knees on the ground, dear father

Switchin' the flow like i'm hittin' 'em hoes, so nicki minaj ain't got nothin' to do,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Its elementary my dear watson...such treachery

You was up thirty, now your down fifty

Young money like drake and nicki

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Because the story you're gonna hear i hold very dear

And i just want to hold her

Nicki is my lover