This is a song about "My bae"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My words are my rhythm

Vijay singh and all of them

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

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

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My streaks my testament.

Clap two times if you drunk

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost