This is a song about "Your ginger"

Rollin' down the four o five

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Your gonna gratify

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

Unless your disappearing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Your on fire.. your on fire

I got more hoes than tiger

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines