This is a song about "My lide"

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This is my original, my validation

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

And all she wants is to dance

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

When it's all said and done

My words are my rhythm

I reel them in, goadomes on see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Started off on thin ice

See my pain through my eyes,