This is a song about "Your my everiting"

And it's well known that rell home

Put my number in your phone

He just throws it around

Yea your gna love my sound

Rack, rack city shit

Put my foot in your casket

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Your playing my shit on repeat

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Your pullin on my hair

My rhymes aid your decomposition,

You just working with the scraps you was given

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Put your head on my chest

Life has put her to the test