This is a song about "My bio"

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

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

There must be another route, way out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

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

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My own unknown is my enemy,

Grab my knife and my gun

We have nothing in common

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

These my rhymes and my story

Hopin' that my niggas see