This is a song about "Righting my wrongs"

Despite all his wrongs, i love the guy bare,

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

How 'bout i don't give a fuck about life and all its rights and wrongs?

The wrong drink, the right work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

You make a nigga sing songs nice

See my pain through my eyes,

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

My own unknown is my enemy,