This is a song about "My gir"

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

My own unknown is my enemy,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

But in reality your just being used.

Grab my knife and my gun

On the bible you can run

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Know it good when she go no hands