This is a song about "My gyal"

Just a place that they can come

My words are my rhythm

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

This is my original, my validation

As my record label nitpicks at this

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My own unknown is my enemy,

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My streaks my testament.