This is a song about "My girld"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

That is my wish, my fantasy.

That's why i'm makin' money

On they twitter writing novels, see

These my rhymes and my story

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

My words are my rhythm

I don't trust no one

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise