This is a song about "Aidan and whitney"

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

If i suck titties and do lines with dead whitney!

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Aidan, the cops are here? fuck, i was doing fine,

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

Girl i know you like that, you crazy

Living young and wild and free

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Social conditioning and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different