This is a song about "My niggan"

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

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

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

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Then we cut, look how she say my name

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

In earth, as it is in heaven

Grab my knife and my gun

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

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

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice