This is a song about "My hooptie"

I still keep it indie, y'all worried the dow slim

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Grab my knife and my gun

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

That is my wish, my fantasy.

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine