This is a song about "Chloe my bestfriend"

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

Chillin' with homies and family

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Hopin' that my niggas see

Haha lots of hate, chloe

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

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

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

But five years from now i bet she see

These my rhymes and my story