This is a song about "My babe"

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

We in the big thingseat a dick man

You're the luckiest girl babe

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Well babe i've never felt this way

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My girl is bow-legged, just do it like bo jackson

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Searching for fortune and fame

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

In fact 20 minutes before she died she said i love you babe.