This is a song about "My bestfri"

My streaks my testament.

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My words are my rhythm

I am not the only one

What we gotta do to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

That is my wish, my fantasy.

She going to borrow some money

But five years from now i bet she see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her