I motion to make public
This music that I make
And plan to keep private
Any life that I create
Any wifey that I take
To white sand to mate
Can't be fake
Because this might be fate
I won't keep a cheap date
Won't speak if she need's faith
Morals are the core
Therefore, we need to pray
Won't take it the wrong way
If we need space
And move astrally
Even though we can't
Breathe in space
Who believes
Now is all we got
Think forward or back too much
You can't think out the box
With that new creative thought
So we hotbox the bot
Unitl we baked
And eating
Fajitas with steak plates
She got a great shape
And maybe a great taste
We may date
And who knows
Do the dang thang
But I'm in the mood to spit game