This is a song about "My darling"

Hold on you can see my vision

My words are my rhythm

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

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

Man i'm starving, may as well get a nice looking darling/

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Work straight out the kitchen

Grab my knife and my gun

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

For setting up traps