This is a song about "My fri"

They some kanye biters, i'm a cayun pepper

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

My words are my rhythm

Oh, you look like my next victim

We wake up, i go to work, she leave out

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

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

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee