This is a song about "My niga antonio"

My streaks my testament.

Im happier when high and drunk

Ride or die niga im not a stunt dummy

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Reloads a punch of glass niga ima cut you harass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

These my rhymes and my story

Young'n in the fader like laundry

See my pain through my eyes,

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

I don’t rememder but i think there was antonio

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Chillin' with homies and family

That is my wish, my fantasy.