This is a song about "My lifw"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

That is my wish, my fantasy.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

My own unknown is my enemy,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Too focused, one word

My shirt, purple label my shirt

See my pain through my eyes,

I just shake dice

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And that i spent the night with her

These my rhymes and my story

Young'n in the fader like laundry

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her