This is a song about "My wiafu"

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

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

What we gotta do to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

About disaster in the world and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,