This is a song about "Aden and cody"

Uh, for worse or for better

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

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

And stop playing hide and seek,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And get it again and again

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,