This is a song about "You are my fr"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

My desires are never ending like my rhymes you envy,

You are the flawless creature to my world

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

You are the angel, you sit like a bolder on my shoulder,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

You are my getaway

Until i started to lose my way

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

You are inferior to my material.

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

My rhymes are better than you average joes,

Cause my lyrics are like miracles to you ears you hear me?

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

They're my bombs that are in your palms that are evil when you need

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed