This is a song about "Hearting my fealings"

My streaks my testament.

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

She's flawless like some uncut ice

See my pain through my eyes,

My words are my rhythm

Tryna find the one

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

These my rhymes and my story

You a lady boss, now you fly free

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He just get her bigger bags

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I ain't interested in fame