This is a song about "Azra and hutchy"

Sometimes i think, what i need

And kill yourself and your clique

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As my name get bigger this game get different

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Where i went wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

And remember what i said and

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those