This is a song about "Lord your got the smile that s eached in my mind you ve got the strength to make me perfect in satisfied"

Cause i got that skill in my mind, got the rhythm in my heart

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Tryna make the perfect odds like he got a fetish

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

You may have got all the smarts in your brain

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

Could make you smile even when your about to burst down in tears.

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

We' ve got opportunities to create