This is a song about "Bryce and jacob"

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

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

And pissing red, white, and blue

And i'm dizzy and spinning

This ain't easy, im thinking

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

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass