This is a song about "Katie metcalfe my nanna"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Chasing them checks, nike work

Grab my knife and my gun

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I reel them in, goadomes on see

These my rhymes and my story