This is a song about "My zoe"

I’m tryna be low key

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Roll up niggas be like sex

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

Hopefully the next album can help me out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

It's a battlejust for tha big money

My own unknown is my enemy,