This is a song about "My dauter"

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My streaks my testament.

She forget about her husband

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks