This is a song about "You are my gyal"

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

Are you against or in my crew?

God mc oh my god you gotta see

When you are my brain gets itchy,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

You die from my earthquake on porn mags you are buried

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

You can see the range in which my bars are unbeatable

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

You are inferior to my material.

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose