This is a song about "My bors"

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

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Sky high, iced out paradise

See my pain through my eyes,

This is my original, my validation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My streaks my testament.

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him