This is a song about "I don t mine"

I had her locked in my heart, she was mine and only mine,

I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

I know im lucky he's mine

Me love you long time

The cp3 of this rap game, i bet my nigga score

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

If i had on 'bama line

I'm open to everything if you're inviting your sister

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel