This is a song about "Your gal"

Twista finna get up on the track

Until your tits fall off into your lap

And i got that drive and she just might crash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

It shows i know a bit

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice