This is a song about "My sniperrifle"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

If i don't make that man there dance

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

Took my heart away from money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My words are my rhythm

Car seats got screens in them

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Grab my knife and my gun

Work straight out the kitchen

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

Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you