This is a song about "My gyal"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My streaks my testament.

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

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

Ill beat you and then give your gyal a kiss,,

And the wrong time

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine