This is a song about "My bors"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

My cash effected, my brain insane,

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

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

I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember

My own unknown is my enemy,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard