This is a song about "My zoe"

The wrong drink, the right work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

You just working with the scraps you was given

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

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

I'm fully grown and the future can be planned out

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

See my pain through my eyes,

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun