This is a song about "Gareth bale"

18 year sentence with no parole

Women at my pole

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

The universe is diverse but stuck me with this curse

And come back baby boomerang

Did you hear the bullet clang?

Started playing with words, like i was payin' the curse.

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Never meant to curse whores, with fierce verses

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

You'd predict we're a bunch of miracles.

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Flow stop like a bullet hole clot

Everyone assumes i hook up with a whole bunch of preteens,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets