This is a song about "I have my reasons"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

My mind full of lesions left behind the bull shit reasons

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Every goal i have ever set my self i have accomplished

I then fucked up, i forgot my lighters, but i have matches,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

My war and my weapon is all i have

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

My tongue brass your bum ass get run past i have

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I have grown fond of my lexicon/

My brain explode from lyrical bombs that i have

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

And it rules everything around them

I get scared as the reasons start to deepen