This is a song about "Your my babygirl"

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

With my guns your get antiquated

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

But five years from now i bet she see

Your words engraved on my body

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Get on your knees,cos your stepping in my region

Ima go until my arm's sore

Your eyes it's my paradise, your