This is a song about "My breakup"

It's slight blemishes and life system

My words are my rhythm

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

Man, that saying is so misused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Just got off a breakup, man that shit's a jaded shakeup/

And they can't see the tragedy

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My streaks my testament.