This is a song about "My darling"

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My little darling, you're young your fresh you don't need a man.

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

See, i'm second to no one

My words are my rhythm

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My own unknown is my enemy,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

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

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever