This is a song about "My bepis"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My own unknown is my enemy,

And that i spent the night with her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head