(LYRICS.)
Oh lord, forgive me again.
Repentance for all of my sins.
I’m tryna become a better man. 
…But how can I be what I don’t understand?
Moved outta Ruston but if I still lived there, I’d prolly have hoes out in Destrehan. 

Follow me to my end, you can take my hand.

Curly headed nigga.
I’m ready to die, I’ll pull the trigger.
An eye for an eye; I beg to differ.
I look to the Sky and I swear I hear her.
Awake in the night; my vision clearer.
This hoe not my type but I’m still with her.
It’s ice on my neck-
It’s ice on my ears.
My body’s prepared for The Coldest Winter.
I wish that my heart was the same as my body-
But I must admit that it’s never bitter.
My soul is decrepit-
A born sinner.
I was raised up neglected-
It made a winner.
He reach for my neckless-
I’ll kill him.
I’m leaving him breathless-
I’m reckless despite my wisdom.
My momma was stressing-
I promised that I’d learn my lesson.
Distressing on all my Denim. 
I’m labeled a blessing-
Yet I use my gift as a weapon.
My enemy’s seen in reflection.
If she call, I beckon.
A soul tie is not what I reckon.
But I swear I’ll respond as soon as she messaging. 
But I know that’s highly unlikely-
A Saturday night at a party-
Surprising.
My brethren beside me-
I used to never get invited.
I mix up the BB with Gucci-
To her, it’s enticing.
But if I let her in-
She’ll tear me apart.
A part of me knows I deserve it.
Her eyes are to compare to serpents’.
Slut, I ain’t nervous.
I’ll never be fooled by your service-
I should be focused on purpose.
These intimate moments I cherish-
She love when I hurt her when making it-
Soul in the furnace.

…Timmy Turner.
Trigger finger itching nigga.
I been wishing for a burner.
Stood on that block-
It was something to us till it wasn’t.
My cousins and I were the servants.
Malik told me that I’m the chosen.
Lil C told me; “Brudda keep going.”

She said she love me, I told the hoe give me a reason.
I only think bout her when cheating.
Less than a woman-
I laid with the devil; A demon.
She only want me for my semen.
God wrote my life with an ending that I think is soon-
If a choom run up on me, we sleep him…
…Stay with a 9-
I just hopped on the 9.
Momma told me;
“Be careful.”
I’ll be home at 10.
I could go back on the onion and hit for a 10 and I bet that she’d still turn me in. 
I know some hoes on the go tryna blow me like wind-
It depends.
Imma let them know when.

And if they really want, they can bring a friend.

Oh lord, forgive me again.
Repentance for all of my sins.
I’m tryna become a better man. 
…But how can I be what I don’t understand?

WHAT I DON'T UNDERSTAND. | (ASYLUM.) [PROD. MEEJ.]

MEEJ.