This is a song about "My bestfriend torri"

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

These my rhymes and my story

I’m tryna be low key

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

This is my original, my validation

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Looking at your money

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

My demeanor, thirty years my senior