This is a song about "Ur my all"

Im on my drooly gooly shit,call me rl stine, pull out the power drill take ur spine,

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

U go along on ur own but nigga your walkin all alone

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

My rhymes are potent/time u notice/align ur focus

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I'll murder ur my mind and plead insanity.

Then go to ur whore..bring her down on all fours..my beefy boner is hungry for meat/

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

Now when my rhymes click in ur mind they will stick

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

I ain't gonna have ya try ta have you play me like a silly clown

Exploit ur-anus with my penis.. pick you up, off the ground, throw you down

Talkin shit all up in ur face

Baby got that super bass