This is a song about "Caleb and clara"

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

And remember what i said and

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Grab the scissors and saws and

But nah, he is quite different

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

And some strawberries and some chocolate

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Living young and wild and free