This is a song about "And idol"

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Where my idol lays resting in peace

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The teens need a new idol, ill tell em to admire this.

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

I hold the title of local idol, i'll run this shit like a motorcycle,

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Fuck that, im already an idol

Lady at the frank stand will