This is a song about "Your my loe"

Put your head on my chest

Beach on the weekend

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Everyone's laughs in my face, say your prayers, say your grace

Close your eyes my face is

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

My words rupture your face

Your sort of like my sister,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Your part of my hater nation

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Got your bitch in my sheets

Tryna kill my dreams

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

My rhymes aid your decomposition,