This is a song about "My girilfriend"

I just wanna go to the slum

My words are my rhythm

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

That is my wish, my fantasy.

But make sure if they do see

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

These my rhymes and my story

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

My shirt, purple label my shirt