This is a song about "My bestfri"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

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

Gotta work - slight work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Hold on you can see my vision

Grab my knife and my gun

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets