This is a song about "My folw"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

My own unknown is my enemy,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

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

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see