This is a song about "I ll"

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Ya'll wife and white knight her

You ll still be a prize winner

Boy i think i i hit the jackpot

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

As a kid thats 3, cursin i ll kill u with just 3 verses

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor

You can call me ll j cause im losing my cool

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

And ll cool j i always respected what he got to say always brought

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Ll me but i'm still me, now you know the real me.