This is a song about "My gir"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you ever feel alone and

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Hey, must be the money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Of impactful things one can ask for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

My cash effected, my brain insane,

The bitch badder than any bitch that you name

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed