This is a song about "My hust"

Than the muse of a family

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Cold, my style making my nose run

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

I just want somebody i can see

My own unknown is my enemy,

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m coming back like light-skin and

White with a badge or anyone

Grab my knife and my gun