This is a song about "This bitch mine"

Private plane, my seat recline

You reflect in this heart of mine

Sieze the world, that bitch is mine

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

But this adolescent mind of mine, turnin me from gold to mold,

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Instead of pulling them out of my own mind, but now this time when i rhyme they're mine,

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

I created this image

Set fire to this bitch

Now i’m up in this bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Compare your shit to mine bitch you'll see why my shit's amazin friend

Down to ride to the bloody end, just me and my girlfriend

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Im the newest nigga up in this bitch