This is a song about "My x"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Don't need an x to mark it, know where i put my treasure

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ill mindfuck you over with my rhyming mentality, high off x die with mortality,

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Bitch don't kill my vibe (x4)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Bitch don't kill my vibe (x2)

Sweet, okay makes sense

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense