This is a song about "You are my eo"

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

What are you doing this is my life

You are just a pain in my ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

You die from my earthquake on porn mags you are buried

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

You are the flawless creature to my world

You are inferior to my material.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

You know theres no control, but if my eyelids are open

My lyrics are poppin, never stopping, yo you don't gotta wait

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state