This is a song about "My fi"

Dissecting my specimen

Top ranked, number one my son

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

But it seems like a scene outta flick

You my son, you should thank my dick.

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Yo, turn me up some

My words are my rhythm

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck