This is a song about "My biys"

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

What them tippers don't see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Tree pine, now, do the tree pine

My summertime sunshine

You would always go with your biys and leave me on my own,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone