This is a song about "My bestfriend"

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My words are my rhythm

Baby you're the one

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

But you don't have a chance

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My own unknown is my enemy,