This is a song about "Chub and tuck"

Money i make em buck

Tuck your knife its yo last up

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then

And get it again and again

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

I thought it'd get better but

That tre five seven stay tuck

But got comma’s in my statement

Grab the scissors and saws and

She can only live for the moment

What i do, through and through and

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

I tuck her in, it's freezin' turn up the heat in the oven