This is a song about "My bestfriend"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I just want somebody i can see

Flyer then the rest of them

My words are my rhythm

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

She forget about her husband

My streaks my testament.

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

Maybe i lack the fortitude to try to court you