This is a song about "My bestfriend torri"

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

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

My words are my rhythm

There must be another route, way out

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