This is a song about "My bae deserie"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

A military mind mean money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

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

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

These my rhymes and my story

But five years from now i bet she see

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Red bottoms with the spike work