This is a song about "My gril"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Grab my knife and my gun

But girl you got me open

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

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My streaks my testament.

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

See my pain through my eyes,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

That is my wish, my fantasy.