This is a song about "My boyfr"

So now she picks up the gun

My words are my rhythm

Well rick james, maury jane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Yeah i ain't done

Grab my knife and my gun

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

This is my original, my validation