This is a song about "My fiance jonathan"

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Man it’s the killer tracks

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Grab my knife and my gun

I told him get his 9 and run

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My streaks my testament.

Ha, wale you so arrogant