This is a song about "She s my gal"

You know that love is a very serious thing

She hops straight on my dick like she needs filling,

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

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

Put those fake nigger s to do my labor

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My g"s have been handcuffed,

S on my chest like a superman vest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest