This is a song about "Jeff my bae"

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.

Word to lethargy hardly will i ever lie

Of dissecting jeff beck into small compact sections

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

God mc oh my god you gotta see

These my rhymes and my story

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Grab my knife and my gun

My drive is like no one

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Gotta work - slight work