This is a song about "My rymes"

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And that i spent the night with her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.