This is a song about "My rhyms"

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

My diamonds talk for me they say hi can i meet you

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Miami nights, ain't another one

Dissecting my specimen

Hopin' that my niggas see

These my rhymes and my story

Lost all my friends, my fam and my girl

And he, what's his name, earl

My shirt, purple label my shirt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

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

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones