This is a song about "My bff"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

For setting up traps

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This is my original, my validation

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

My streaks my testament.

Attention is a must

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready