This is a song about "Bolo ties"

Ties up her up to a pole and puts his knives up on the carpet,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

They way they say that up to have the poor oppressed, sever ties,

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Any ties, the government metaphorical knife will slash,

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

See ourselves adorned in coats, collars, and ties

Friendship ties was a severed piece, i even thought that i should rest in peace

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Deathly ties , wicked lies , the hallucination of demonic sides.

And ties me to the pavement

But got comma’s in my statement