This is a song about "Batches and cookies"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

And some strawberries and some chocolate

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Yellow diamonds in my ear

See, i'm second to no one

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Get on a song

And once i'm dead and gone

When they here today what you say to them

And get it again and again

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Try n realize this means you cant match this, because i got this in batches,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,