This is a song about "Bonnie and clyde"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

She might be goin' home with me tonight

I can be your bonnie you can be my clyde

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Y'all all passe, stuck up on last year

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

What i do, through and through and

She can only live for the moment

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

Me and rap go hand in hand like bonnie and clyde,

I know the world been waiting for that

On some bonnie and clyde shit