This is a song about "My bae"

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

So much to say a scrabble game

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

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