This is a song about "My teqm"

Grab my knife and my gun

Ok i hear you talkin

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

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

My words are my rhythm

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

That is my wish, my fantasy.