This is a song about "My dik"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Living out of bags

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

What we gotta do to survive

See my pain through my eyes,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I dont love you im just confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My own unknown is my enemy,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody