This is a song about "Your mm"

Baby got that super bass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

About your condition,

I'm wale, the prescription

But that's what he liked her

Your on fire.. your on fire

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Heavy in the game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Indulging a meal when a toilet's in sight

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

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends