This is a song about "Aiden and shay"

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

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

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

I be gettin' money

And a fridge and some broccoli

It was all bad

And like to boast and brag

And their mothers and fathers

But we still real brothers

I’m way harder than the concrete

And stop playing hide and seek,

And kill yourself and your clique

From the back seat, back seat

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful