This is a song about "My fiamxe"

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

But five years from now i bet she see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

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

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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