This is a song about "My gyal"

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Bet i get like 8 of them

My words are my rhythm

My streaks my testament.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

We hustle to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My own unknown is my enemy,

It's a battlejust for tha big money