This is a song about "Adam and noah"

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

And get it again and again

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

And stop playing hide and seek,

More money that mean less sleep

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police