This is a song about "My m8"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Grab my knife and my gun

White with a badge or anyone

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration