This is a song about "She is a princess"

I treated you like a princess

I just play my part make moves like chess

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Mary is a polite girl, she rarely ever peeps,

To say she don't look beautiful to me is a total crime

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Nobody to tell her she was a princess

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Is it a wonder she now roams the streets and cries

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

And you can bet she is a dime piece,