This is a song about "My disability fi"

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

My own unknown is my enemy,

My shirt, purple label my shirt

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Grab my knife and my gun

Baby you're the one

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks