This is a song about "I wish you were mine"

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Of willing to aim, a gun, to your forehead, its not fun, to wish you were dead.

I'll time it i lyrically fight you you're mine

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

I wish you were in front of me,i'd take you live

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

If this is the right time

If i was yours, and you were mine.

You be get up on this fly shit baby

I wish mine was here, always looking over me

Rhymes are dime a dozen but i know you won't forget mine

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

I saw you for the last time, eyes gazing at mine

Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time