This is a song about "My m8"

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

See my pain through my eyes,

She's flawless like some uncut ice

These my rhymes and my story

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

If you ever feel alone and

My streaks my testament.

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration