This is a song about "Brandon and shon"

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Social conditioning and

I fear no opponent

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Could be applied to this shit

And once i'm dead and gone

Get on a song

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

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

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

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers