This is a song about "Your mine and i wont let my baby go"

Private plane, my seat recline

That sometime you wont be mine

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

Go run and hide before i let the beretta guide through your mind

I got to be your baby

I’m tryna be low key

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Aint nothing i wont do if i can see my baby smile

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

But now its too late and i think ive let her go

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Dont fake it,your feminine raps wont let u make it

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Now go pull up your panties, and let go of my hand please