This is a song about "Baes and bikes"

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,

In my drawsring, ring, ring

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

Dc, man over money

Living young and wild and free

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one