This is a song about "My firstlove"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

And losin all his money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My words are my rhythm

If a nigga didn't fake like them

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Chasing them checks, nike work

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her