This is a song about "Your my tresure"

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

In your family i actually increase your family with my enthusiastic dick

Life has put her to the test

Put your head on my chest

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Put my foot in your casket

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Your first and last mistakes are my right because your dealing with

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

My niggas doesnt like your type,

Jt: no one to hold her tight

And your readin my bars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

And you ain't gotta go to war

Your eyes it's my paradise, your