This is a song about "My firstlove"

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

As i coordinate the perfect feature

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Grab my knife and my gun

I can only imagine

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

My words are my rhythm

Miami nights, ain't another one