This is a song about "For her"

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

For her style is rarity for anything else she could not wear

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Her kitty purr, feel bad for her, my dick considered weaponry

I hope we both do learn from this

Breakin his back for her, some slipped discs

But i wrote this for her

Yeah, right, get over here faster

This beat is a mahi tuna floating in some shark water

There's no reason for her to continue on with this torture.

Tryin to impress her for that quick kiss

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

I'm lost for words from the wire pasted on her backside

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Id run for miles just for a smile and kiss her lips