This is a song about "Chapmagne and shrapnel"

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Tell a bitch lean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

She got me caught up in the moment

And remember what i said and

Shrapnel bones and fucking glass shards ripping through your chest

That happen to act like a black president

And stop playing hide and seek,

We can't catch the beat

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups