This is a song about "My fiance jonathan"

I ain't trynna be forward

My shirt, purple label my shirt

See my pain through my eyes,

I need a backyard full court size

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

Hold on you can see my vision

My words are my rhythm

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Im from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you

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

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense