This is a song about "My bri"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

Girl you're my reflection, all i see is you

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

She make me chili like t-boz, me leave her out

My own unknown is my enemy,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money