This is a song about "My bae henry"

Bet i get like 8 of them

My words are my rhythm

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

And thats why u seen me all over ya bae, nigga

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Just got another henry the 8th while it's weighing great,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My own unknown is my enemy,

A military mind mean money