This is a song about "I have my reasons"

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

I can feel your energy from 3 demensions away, i have my board i have

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

I'm living in the past looking to the future my own mentality reasons being

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

My reasons are preaches hunting on societys feeble demons

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I get scared as the reasons start to deepen

Simple genius, go hard and spit bits of semen

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I might have this pistol to my face,

My war and my weapon is all i have

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

I get rid of any reasons to exist, starts pissed

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist