This is a song about "My dawgs"

This is my original, my validation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner