This is a song about "You re my valentine"

If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Hit it til your make up missing

I call that top tier re-positioning

Put the purp in the blunt

Gotta re-route over this hump,

Re-directed de-ci-sions

I only got four minutes

Money can be re-earned, but you cant turn back time

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

And winds up on my notepad as i re-write and refine it

You wanna judge me for my lyrics, but you´re not me,

And this baby daddy, is new to the family