This is a song about "My nig"

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

See my pain through my eyes,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I be on that fly, rich nigga shit, steppin’ out

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2