This is a song about "My babr"

Mami... she open, she open

Grab my knife and my gun

My streaks my testament.

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My own unknown is my enemy,

But five years from now i bet she see

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

These my rhymes and my story

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