This is a song about "My bestfrind"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Living out of bags

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Too focused, one word

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration