This is a song about "My niece"

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

A coward dies a thousand deaths

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Third ward general, young cash money

But i'll thank him for his donation giving me my niece,

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Fist first, i'll protect my niece or nephew with my knuckle

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Cause id get back from school my niece covered in shit,