This is a song about "My sweetheart chelsea"

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Grab my knife and my gun

I told him get his 9 and run

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

My talent should take me places i've never been

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

My cash effected, my brain insane,

They calling me the hottest in the game

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks