This is a song about "My bepis"

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

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

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

My words are my rhythm

I'm a son of a gun

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.