This is a song about "My nikka"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Yeah you know i got that work

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

You can see with your fans

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

These my rhymes and my story

On they twitter writing novels, see

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Of impactful things one can ask for

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

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him