This is a song about "My att"

My own unknown is my enemy,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Mami... she open, she open

Grab my knife and my gun

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

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

Clap two times if you drunk

My streaks my testament.

I ain't trynna be forward

My shirt, purple label my shirt