This is a song about "My bffl"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

My own unknown is my enemy,

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

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

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My streaks my testament.

Top ranked, number one my son

Grab my knife and my gun

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

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

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

And all women who had light features, see