This is a song about "My englishman"

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

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost