This is a song about "My one"

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

One sweet, one sour, my honeybee and my bumblebee

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

You see its one of my habits

Another round what the song say

Cause one day my lines gon' pay.

I feel the one problem in my rhymes

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Like hoes down in magic city

My game cold, one degree

Every one love my lyrics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

I’m a hustla, baby

One day my momma told me

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

On my one, no one else cause i'm just boring,