This is a song about "Our babygirl"

Your our provider

Just to let you know, you are

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Your our provider

Your our provider

Quick to grab the fifth and just fire

But take our insolence like syllabus

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

He has bust our nuts

I call it speaking tongues

Their failure's our shame

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Our love was still there but our minds were lost

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Covering our behinds.