This is a song about "Chloe my bestfriend"

The wrong drink, the right work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

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

Third ward general, young cash money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I'm gettin discouraged with her

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win