This is a song about "She s my gal"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

But she became my enemy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

When i run b-town i got size 11's on my feet

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

If you ever feel alone and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

And i know - there'll never be peace

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,