This is a song about "Blackjack and hookers"

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

And their mothers and fathers

You gone make me flip then split your shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Put the purp in the blunt

And remember what i said and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun