This is a song about "My zoe"

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Fuck that now trying get the money

My own unknown is my enemy,

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

He just get her bigger bags

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for