This is a song about "My bae"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out

Must be something you want me to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

They had a hell of a run

My words are my rhythm

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

My own unknown is my enemy,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free