This is a song about "My doogie"

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The wrong drink, the right work

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

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

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time