This is a song about "My lide"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

You didn't see me here if someone ask you

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

My tires align with the play, but the times out

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