This is a song about "My storyy"

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These my rhymes and my story

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head