This is a song about "Whish you were mine"

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Worried about losing you you ain't even mine

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

You ain't nicking nothin' cause everythin's mine

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Fuck with me you mine as well retire

Run for cover and return fire

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

Nigga get some skills but you aint stealin mine.

Lookin' somethin' fly when you say you're all mine

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Were you naughty or were you nice? only time will tell.