This is a song about "My valentine"

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

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

This is my original, my validation

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

You can all get hit and we ain't lenient to women

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My words are my rhythm

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

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