This is a song about "Biscuits and gravy"

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 if my mother answer, i'll ask her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Knees dug deep into the pavement

And remember what i said and

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

Here mashing these beats and pouring the lyrical gravy

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

I don’t care where ya are

And don't ever (and don't ever)

It's roc nation, this my team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,