This is a song about "My ife"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Good love then i can do that for her

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I don't trust no one

Grab my knife and my gun

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout