This is a song about "My squaf"

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Grab my knife and my gun

I told him get his 9 and run

My own unknown is my enemy,

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

Roll up niggas be like sex

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My streaks my testament.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

That is my wish, my fantasy.

What them tippers don't see

Yeah i ain't done

My words are my rhythm