This is a song about "My niece"

See my pain through my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

After lebron, i'm what's next

I never use a fork i always spoon her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

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

I’m tryna be low key

These my rhymes and my story

My streaks my testament.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk