This is a song about "My wiafu"

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

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

She never ready to go so she forever come

This thing that you could imagine

Grab my knife and my gun

"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This is my original, my validation

My own unknown is my enemy,

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He just get her bigger bags

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

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