This is a song about "My bepis"

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad a letter

Fuck it, i'm done

My words are my rhythm

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That we picked up at the last concert

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

My own unknown is my enemy,

I just want somebody i can see

These my rhymes and my story

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free