This is a song about "My honors"

That is my wish, my fantasy.

If you ain't about money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

These my rhymes and my story

I pop one, you pop one

Grab my knife and my gun

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

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt