This is a song about "My boyfriends"

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

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My streaks my testament.

+big daddy+, no +kane+, get the job done

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

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

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody