This is a song about "My outfit"

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

See my pain through my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

I pick an outfit and walk down the stairs to the washroom

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

Putting up with all the bullshit and putting on a good outfit

That you selling rides on the white horse right up out your crib