This is a song about "My x"

To be worrying about my brain cells now. (x2)

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Don't need an x to mark it, know where i put my treasure

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

(dream come true x3) cause baby baby your my ( dream come true x3)

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

My biography follows the footsteps of malcolm x

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Getting this off my chest i guess need i to say whats real (x2)

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex