This is a song about "My biys"

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

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

I can only imagine

Grab my knife and my gun

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Making a movie, spike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

You would always go with your biys and leave me on my own,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost