This is a song about "Your my princess"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

Cuz you aint slippin by, names princess but bio says that he's a guy

I treated you like a princess

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My reepings your end soon your funeral you'll attend

One parent above, the other live scared

Got your bitch in my sheets

Trap our young black seeds

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Your eyes it's my paradise, your

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And everybody's having sex

Nobody to tell her she was a princess