This is a song about "Chloe my bestfriend"

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Must be something you want me to see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My streaks my testament.

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Just to go to liv on a sunday

That is my wish, my fantasy.