This is a song about "Amy and tim"

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Indubitably i'm too street

And kill yourself and your clique

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

No, no, we are not those

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I got a dollar and a dream