This is a song about "Fucling my gf"

And people call me a user, but i want you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My streaks my testament.

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

These my rhymes and my story

They say nothings ever free

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,