This is a song about "My apol"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Girl, you got me in a trance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

See my pain through my eyes,

... club, we'll be actin' real nice