This is a song about "My valentin"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

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

Why every five minutes niggas walking out

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My streaks my testament.

Clap two times if you drunk