This is a song about "My bepis"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This is my original, my validation

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Must be something you want me to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

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

And i be countin' money till i pass out

My words are my rhythm

If a nigga didn't fake like them

I told him get his 9 and run

Grab my knife and my gun

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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