This is a song about "My steez"

Top ranked, number one my son

Grab my knife and my gun

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

Chasing money in the city of crime

If its not couture, i will not go to her

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

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

What could you do ?if it was up to you

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She forget about her husband

My streaks my testament.

See my pain through my eyes,

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice