This is a song about "My bruhvas"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

These my rhymes and my story

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

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

But now i’m ok, i got my shit together

But when you step out, why these bitches run out

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.