This is a song about "Girl your mine"

You deal with your life and i'll deal with mine

So let's have a toast, everything fine

All these little dreams you got, they're not shit

Your rhymes are nuclear but mine are demonic

You know what your doing now girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

Droppin rhymes in order to keep your pedestal lower than mine

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

Your raps stink. mine are totally better.

Girl show me your sorority..... tattoo

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

Or you could come a little closer, put your hand in mine

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

It's ironic, your eyes need more improvement than mine