This is a song about "Alex and shai"

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

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Well, maybe not forever

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

Tryna be some mobsters

And their mothers and fathers

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

This is love, nothing else close

I believe in honesty

And a fridge and some broccoli

Living young and wild and free

I ain't tryna fight back, but baby