This is a song about "Your my bestfriend"

Close your eyes my face is

And you ride with this

Your pullin on my hair

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Number nine, your buddy carl's diggin my lines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

And your readin my bars

And mine somewhere bout mars

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

With my guns your get antiquated

Got me rushed to the station

Your part of my hater nation

Get on your knees,cos your stepping in my region

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some