This is a song about "My exs"

Little nigga so they picked on him, hassled him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Two reflections into one

Dissecting my specimen

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

I ain't no emo nigga, i do not lean on women

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Fuck fame, fuck money

That is my wish, my fantasy.