This is a song about "Chantelle and halima"

Here they keep a rachet close

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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

I thought i recognized her

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

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

Modu, he's ready for whatever

She got me caught up in the moment

Social conditioning and

And remember what i said and

And more than confident

I don't want it on my back

And like to boast and brag