This is a song about "My squ"

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

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

After lebron, i'm what's next

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

These my rhymes and my story

Young'n in the fader like laundry

Car seats got screens in them

My words are my rhythm