This is a song about "My fi"

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My talent should take me places i've never been

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

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

But now that we're free, let's be gone, you got me blazing high

Nobody can mimic my style and my sound

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

My tires align with the play, but the times out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout