This is a song about "My perfume"

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Then you're fucking confused,

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

My girl smells like perfume, yours smell like fish

My words are my rhythm

And it weighs a ton

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

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free