This is a song about "My thougths"

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

Quote un-quote backpack still bring them bitches out

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

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Come get some, you little bum

My words are my rhythm

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets