This is a song about "Brenda and naseem"

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

And like to boast and brag

I can't turn back

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

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

I coulda swore i was driving pretty peaceful

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

And their mothers and fathers