This is a song about "My br"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

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

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

My words are my rhythm

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for