This is a song about "My wifey"

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Convertibles with turbo jets

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

See my pain through my eyes,

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,