This is a song about "You ll soon be mine"

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And soon you will be making shrines

Emotions from me to you soon rap will be true, just wait til i give the que,

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

Even if it was only once, you got to be mine

And soon to be enormous

On the slow jam of love

Soon enough i'll be iconic

Razor grips, laser spit

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo

That sometime you wont be mine

My reign lulu's son shine

And you'll soon be idolizing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string