This is a song about "My lu"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Grab my knife and my gun

And it weighs a ton

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Well lu-tsid let me ya tell ya man

Just take control if you can

And bijies like im out and

My streaks my testament.

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

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