This is a song about "My gir"

Something wicked this way come

My words are my rhythm

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

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

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They just wanna dance