This is a song about "Your gal"

Baby, you know who you are

Your on fire.. your on fire

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

It's been nothing but pain

About your condition,

I know that love it could begin

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Aint no normal gal learning to rap

Improve your encouragement,

And bijies like im out and

Fuck, your a comedian, im gone, your red

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Straight shots don’t toast champagne