This is a song about "My rhyms"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Tramps everywhere today i told you boy i didn't want an enemy bust my rhyms out against

Note: anything in brackets is intended to be said fast, its hard conveying flow in text

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

See my pain through my eyes,

Vijay singh and all of them

Dissecting my specimen

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout