This is a song about "My bri"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I dont love you im just confused

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

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

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust