This is a song about "My abs"

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

What them tippers don't see

These my rhymes and my story

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

She's flawless like some uncut ice

See my pain through my eyes,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets