This is a song about "Churros and llamas"

Modu, he's ready for whatever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And once i'm dead and gone

You just gotta be strong

And kill yourself and your clique

But don't fall asleep

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

It ain't hard to make money

And a fridge and some broccoli

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers