This is a song about "My gyal"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Hey, must be the money

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

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

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

My words are my rhythm

So muthafuck the system

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

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out