This is a song about "Hearting my fealings"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

She forget about her husband

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

But make sure if they do see

These my rhymes and my story

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior