This is a song about "Briar and taylor"

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

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

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

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

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As my name get bigger this game get different

And stop playing hide and seek,

Niggas is unifying as we speak

And remember what i said and

This is something different

Social conditioning and

She got me caught up in the moment