This is a song about "My fiance"

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My streaks my testament.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And all she wants is to dance

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

I might even stick my tongue out