This is a song about "My zoe"

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

Right flows down and they might go nice

See my pain through my eyes,

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration