This is a song about "My trinity"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Chasing them checks, nike work

That's why i'm makin' money

My own unknown is my enemy,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice