This is a song about "My squaf"

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

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

Fuck me the monster said, somehow the monster's dead

Once as a slave who imagined being free

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You can see with your fans