This is a song about "My opp"

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Where god at? i need to call him

My researched information,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,