This is a song about "My shoter"

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My streaks my testament.

See me with a husband

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

I just want somebody i can see

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

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

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her