This is a song about "My aide"

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

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

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

What up girl, tell me how you been

Dissecting my specimen

A military mind mean money

That is my wish, my fantasy.