This is a song about "My dauter"

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

And if i do go you better come through

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

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

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm a son of a gun

My words are my rhythm