This is a song about "My cruch"

They'll have to rename this one

Grab my knife and my gun

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

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

Cause i can always see the farthest stars when i'm on you

Magic city tipping them

My words are my rhythm

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The concept is so absurd

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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