This is a song about "My bestfriend torri"

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

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

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Living out of bags

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Hopin' that my niggas see