This is a song about "Beemers benzes and bentleys"

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And get it again and again

Suck my lolly pop then

And a fridge and some broccoli

I reel them in, goadomes on see

What do i really need

And kill yourself and your clique

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

This is love, nothing else close

Social conditioning and

Dc star, a pg legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

But nah, he is quite different

What i do, through and through and