This is a song about "My babygirl"

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

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

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My own unknown is my enemy,

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights