This is a song about "My bors"

Yall lame niggas. no bitches when yall are out

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

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

If you feel it, it must be real just

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

This is my original, my validation

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

They call me conscious, and i think i'm better

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