This is a song about "My bae henry"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

My streaks my testament.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

This is my original, my validation

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

They say that karats help your vision

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

These my rhymes and my story

I reel them in, goadomes on see

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice