This is a song about "Bans and melady"

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

And a fridge and some broccoli

Here they keep a rachet close

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

It's roc nation, this my team

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,