This is a song about "Benji and alfie"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

What you might’ve thought the vision still clear

And once i'm dead and gone

Looking so damn right you're wrong

But got comma’s in my statement

Grab the scissors and saws and

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

So you finally got the nerve

And their mothers and fathers

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

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