This is a song about "My pudding"

Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you

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

This is my original, my validation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

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

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My streaks my testament.

If you ever feel alone and

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

You make a nigga sing songs nice

See my pain through my eyes,

But girl you got me open

Grab my knife and my gun