This is a song about "My ife"

Third ward general, young cash money

My own unknown is my enemy,

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

And you can tell everyone

Grab my knife and my gun