This is a song about "My gyal"

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

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Making a movie, spike work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Well rick james, maury jane

My cash effected, my brain insane,

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Them lames ain't even know the newest planes came out

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