This is a song about "My wiafu"

Where bad bitches with bad intentions just act friendly

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

But you don't have a chance

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

While everybody got ammunition on deck

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

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

My streaks my testament.

Trying hard to speak and