This is a song about "My sweetie"

See my pain through my eyes,

We hustle to survive

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

My streaks my testament.

See me with a husband

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

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