This is a song about "Heba my princess"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you ever feel alone and

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

Catch you up on places i've been

Grab my knife and my gun

And now that i’m getting money

My own unknown is my enemy,

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

The way ill treat ya, youll feel like a princess,

I killed princess laegih then i raped her

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin