This is a song about "My lu"

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

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

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Think fast, fast women

My words are my rhythm

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

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance