This is a song about "Chantelle and halimasadia"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

I just want somebody i can see

And a fridge and some broccoli

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And nasty remains and bones

This is oh so much like getting votes

And stop playing hide and seek,

Nightmare on any street

And like to boast and brag

That we ain't never had

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold