This is a song about "My bae henry"

But make sure if they do see

These my rhymes and my story

My streaks my testament.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Rockin so much ice they call me snow bae.

I like big butts and i cannot lie

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

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