This is a song about "Torri my bestfriend"

My words are my rhythm

Flyer than the rest of them

If i don't make that man there dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My streaks my testament.

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

If you feel it, it must be real just