This is a song about "My goirl"

No religion i was getting saved by the glock nine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Grab my knife and my gun

Top ranked, number one my son

That is my wish, my fantasy.

They say nothings ever free

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

He just get her bigger bags

My shit thigh like my bootstraps