This is a song about "Avonte and lacey"

She got me caught up in the moment

Social conditioning and

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Nightmare on any street

And kill yourself and your clique

I like to call that a quick flip

And some strawberries and some chocolate

A couple of sprites but no beer

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

And a fridge and some broccoli

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Tell a bitch lean

Let's enjoy our younger years

And their mothers and fathers