The end of the barrel is how she shows her love and never misses always accurate. Its a math equation to figure her out its a headscrater and headed for world of disaster. Move quiet when she hit and gone theif in the night and doesn't leave no stone over turned. U fucking with the best so i suggest u move with caution its a dangerous road ahead. Will go fed if we make lick we move pass these small towns we was built for the city lights. Cut your power supply to your body and thats the brain that supplies motor fuctions. Move over we on way to the top and she likes me to rub her down in oil so it stops me from being in a jam. Ill never part from her always on my side or in the inside of my coat ready to bust like a nut. Sometimes luck works for both sides i hope it always lands on my side i got alot more things to do with this physical body . Its the art of war and i paint a pretty picture when it comes to it. We make licks together and we move around together u would think we was joined at the side. When i leave you my eyes will be closed for enternty and i hope u still be there holding me down in the afterlife. She my main bitch and her government name is smith n Wesson 45 yeah hoodbaby.