This is a song about "My storyy"

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I’m coming back like light-skin and

My streaks my testament.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Sky high, iced out paradise

See my pain through my eyes,

I'm caged up in state prison

My words are my rhythm

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

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

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She vying for number one, tryna be number one