This is a song about "My chic"

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

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

When you talkin illest rapper

Chic on a pointy sticked her

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

Call that shit my "chic" o stick

This a lil change trick

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure