This is a song about "What i got"

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

This grit is what im feeling but i aint got a light

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

On the first level, amma show you what i got

Hoes are what i don't chase, i got no time to waste

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

This diss is what i got you aint gotta rap shot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

These rhymes are telegraphing what i got in store

Gorgeous, the funky four horsemen and one more

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Just a feeling i got, like something's about to happen but i don't know what

But instead i got shot and was like what the fuck how

Would i stay with her, or separate or move along now