This is a song about "My gir"

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My shirt, purple label my shirt

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

See my pain through my eyes,

We hustle to survive

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

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense