This is a song about "Badman things"

Creeping into real things, like maniacs

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

Ass shots is a plus

The things im most scared of

These chalance give me balance

Couldn't understand why things

Cause we done did that

She did things that were bad

All these things until they unfold

But for long time i had gone cold

And i'll make things creamy

I’m tryna be low key

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

That going through some things

Soon enough i want those gold things

They say he the key to my blessings