This is a song about "My imaginations"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And there's little to be glad for

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

If i don't make that man there dance

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Grab my knife and my gun

Miami nights, ain't another one

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

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

See my pain through my eyes,

Started off on thin ice