This is a song about "My bae deserie"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and

And when i start to rise

See my pain through my eyes,

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

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

Too focused, one word

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

For setting up traps

My own unknown is my enemy,

It ain't hard to make money