This is a song about "My bae"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

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

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My words are my rhythm

Hold on you can see my vision