This is a song about "Hearting my fealings"

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This is my original, my validation

This thing that you could imagine

Grab my knife and my gun

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Living out of bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Can't break up to make up,she wake up, im out

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,