My dream was to ride in a ghost,
Now all I got is the spirit of my exes.
Forgetting to chase wealth,
I brought this all on myself.
From having girls wanting to cheat on their boyfriends with me,
To having my girls cheating on me with their other boyfriends.
Chasing girls that loo like designer models,
And those name after designer.
Trying to feel fulfilled in thoughts of bliss,
To feeling empty when the tank’s dried out.
Loss of funds and broken hearts,
When all I needed to do was maintain the chase.
Chase of money and wealth.
Sprinting, forgetting this is a marathon.
Things that come easy are not worth maintaining,
That’s why the easier the girls come the harder I fall.
No more of the women asking for Louis, Fendi, or my ex,
But those that want to build and maintain a foundation.
My house will be built on a rock and not sand.