This is a song about "Jamie you are like my niggat"

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

Beat is my whore get get up on it like a boner

You,niggas are like ghost with you

Watching for the cops that's moving through

My rhymes are like an electric ray

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

You are inferior to my material.

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

New racist, too vacant, mutations, natural selection

My raps are like a curveball and i got you kinda guessin'

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms