This is a song about "Chechen and ching"

And remember what i said and

She can only live for the moment

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Cause i've been sentthe heartz of men

And get it again and again

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

If my purse wouln't make ching

And yea we both coming

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

It's all good, finna dog that

And pissing red, white, and blue

I'm a still love you