This is a song about "Axis and allies"

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Im not, from the streets, or the concrete, i grew up white on the rez, no allies no fleet, no peeps

You watch your mouth around my mama you couldn't cuss mani had a down ass homie though; we ran the streets

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Then throat fuck the allies and feminists

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Let the good times roll with my allies, bangin' out with italians, wise guys,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I do the right thing

I knock you to another axis you ride cocks like brother clyde

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,