This is a song about "My hommie"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

My home girl told me i got an issue

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

Higher power where these verses from

My words are my rhythm

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My game tighter than bitches that ain't fuck in forever