This is a song about "My exstephanie bermudez"

You just working with the scraps you was given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My streaks my testament.

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

That is my wish, my fantasy.