This is a song about "My boyfrie"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Red bottoms with the spike work

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

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

On the bible you can run

My words are my rhythm

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

This is my original, my validation

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Secret society all we ask is trust