This is a song about "My lide"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

With such an ugly picture in it and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

But five years from now i bet she see

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And everybody's having sex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

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