This is a song about "My fella"

Ive never been a stingy fella, or a fat one

See i ain't the coach, but i make a girl run till she open

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

There are times when you'll need someone

Grab my knife and my gun

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

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

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

God mc oh my god you gotta see

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

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

Even if it's not out, bring the whole stock out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Man it’s the killer tracks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps