This is a song about "My perspective"

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

My streaks my testament.

I’m coming back like light-skin and

See my pain through my eyes,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

Stick around for a little perspective

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

She do it with no hands

But from that perspective, what you can't see is behind closed curtains

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