This is a song about "My 1 girl"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Oh girl you're my narcotic

Try counting sheep little girl, yull become dizzy heads in a swirl

It'sgoingtobehard to getmyself out this ditch, without my girl.

And he, what's his name, earl

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

1:34-2:05 she sittin on my cock, while i work around the clock,

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

It's dark n' im writin barkin like i'm fightin for mike vick as my #1 critic

For a woman it ain't easy trying to raise a manyou always was committed

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Verse 1: me rapping is my 2nd greatest dream of all time.

I regret some shit i did

Oh girl you're my narcotic