This is a song about "Busses and bottlee"

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And like to boast and brag

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Swear i will murk any beat

And kill yourself and your clique

I pipe in and one night her

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

And a fridge and some broccoli

And losin all his money

And stop playing hide and seek,

Have no souls indeed

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened