This is a song about "His princess"

You said i was your little princess

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

Dc has never seen such progress

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

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

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I'm the head coach of the team

Were running wild tonight

His thoughts disorganized

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits