This is a song about "My roommate phil"

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

Hopin' that my niggas see

These my rhymes and my story

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

My streaks my testament.

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim