This is a song about "My boh"

Ha, wale you so arrogant

My streaks my testament.

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time