This is a song about "My zoe"

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My talent should take me places i've never been

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I was so sincere like nas first name

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Put the purp in the blunt

My streaks my testament.