This is a song about "My bff"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I was so sincere like nas first name

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

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

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/