This is a song about "My everytging"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She never ready to go so she forever come

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Catch you up on places i've been

Grab my knife and my gun