This is a song about "You are my gyal"

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

You are inferior to my material.

When you are my brain gets itchy,

But five years from now i bet she see

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

They're my bombs that are in your palms that are evil when you need

Ill beat you and then give your gyal a kiss,,

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

You are just a pain in my ass

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Take me to your area, girl you are my mania