This is a song about "My girilfriend"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

My own unknown is my enemy,

But five years from now i bet she see

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I wonder so often

Grab my knife and my gun