This is a song about "My hitter"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

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

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Cuz i'm killing need a hearse, now i'm a designated hitter

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I could think of a couple positions for you

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

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Mami... she open, she open

Grab my knife and my gun