This is a song about "Righting my wrongs"

Right from wrongs, sing along to songs,

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

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

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

It's a fools fatewithout your word

My shirt, purple label my shirt

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Grab my knife and my gun

This thing that you could imagine

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Quit with the wrongs and he'll be in the golden age a bit.