This is a song about "My cruch"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Convertibles with turbo jets

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

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

It's the rap monger, rap monster earl sweat attack, conquer

Started off on thin ice

See my pain through my eyes,

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2