This is a song about "Your be"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I got to be your baby

And you'll be kissing my ass so your life can be spared

Full of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

I'll be gorging your organs and scorching your coffins

Breakdancing to melle mel

Your life will be like hell

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Running to your mom she's be wishing your dad had a vasectomy

The width of your hips is way thicker than your waist be

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Bcause i will be your one and only, forever to be lover/