Being the girlfriend of a mega-famous rapper isn't always the easiest thing in the world. But she never fails to remind you that she only has eyes for you. All those favors she does for you, the morning text messages, the expensive dinners, her hand placement, the insta posts, and the shopping sprees tell you all you need to know. She has her fans (and a few groupies, yes). But none of them compare to you. Why? Well, you're the only one she made a song about, and you're in her studio, hearing it right now.

The song talks about showing you off to everyone, bragging about how she bagged you, the sensuality of your relationship...it was like magic. All you can really do is sit there and smile like an idiot while the track plays. The producers, some of her friends, and her groupies are there to listen to it too. The eye contact that K gives you during the whole thing is driving you wild. Everyone looks hyped and proud of K's work...except for the groupies. They look jealous, almost angry at you. But you barely pay them any mind; you're too focused on K's sly little smirk.

When the song is over, you have to resist the urge to jump into K's arms...so you just run into them instead. Despite the looks she's getting from her groupies, she hugs you back and mumbles to you. "I'm guessing you liked the song, mamas?" You nod into her shirt and she continues, "It's only for you. My number one. You know that, right? All these other bitches..nah..they don't mean shi. It's just you n me. I like you on your worst behaviour."