This is a song about "Clara and caleb"

More money that mean less sleep

And stop playing hide and seek,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

And some strawberries and some chocolate

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

And get it again and again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But i let off everything i have

Yea i'm missin some sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different