This is a song about "Anne and gilbert"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

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

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

For thinking you clean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And stop playing hide and seek,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,