This is a song about "My zoe"

This thing that you could imagine

Grab my knife and my gun

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Making a movie, spike work

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Just to go to liv on a sunday

My own unknown is my enemy,

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

And i be countin' money till i pass out

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

These my rhymes and my story

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin