This is a song about "My wifu"

Hopin' that my niggas see

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But let me be 100, see monogamy's redundant

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My shirt, purple label my shirt

The wrong drink, the right work

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

My own unknown is my enemy,