This is a song about "My riva"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

Something wicked this way come

My words are my rhythm

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

She do it with no hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

She forget about her husband

My streaks my testament.