This is a song about "Avonte and lacey"

We can't catch the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

And like to boast and brag

I'm about to snap

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And we crazy, homes

And nasty remains and bones

Grab the scissors and saws and

Put the purp in the blunt