This is a song about "Chipotle and starbucks"

And we crazy, homes

And nasty remains and bones

Living young and wild and free

Bitch, they call it motor city

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

And like to boast and brag

I'm about to snap

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

And get it again and again

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

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts