This is a song about "My sweetheart chelsea"

Let me rideuntil i get free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

These my rhymes and my story

Young'n in the fader like laundry

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

I know that love it could begin

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

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

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

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out