This is a song about "Torri my bestfriend"

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

My own unknown is my enemy,

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I might have fuck my ex's bestfriend but i'm not shore

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

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

These my rhymes and my story

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free