This is a song about "Abby and andre"

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Huh, i can't interpret her