This is a song about "Tikle my pikle"

And my niggas all the same

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

In time we learned to live a life of crime

See my pain through my eyes,

We hustle to survive

My nigga kato, ready for whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for