Rap Game #16

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