This is a song about "My riva"

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I move the club like a poker dealer

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My words are my rhythm

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument