This is a song about "My bors"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I’m tryna be low key

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

But you don't have a chance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps