This is a song about "Annabelle and krass"

And a fridge and some broccoli

Fuck that now trying get the money

I do the right thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I'm here to make it better

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And stop playing hide and seek,

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes