This is a song about "My noys"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I’m effervescent, just ask them

My words are my rhythm

This is my original, my validation

First off congratulations on the win

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I ain't trynna be forward

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through