This is a song about "Claudio monteverdi"

And destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

A cayman porsche, dropped his name adopt

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Bitches gettin mad when i hit their ferrari

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

First out the gate last back to class,

Baby, you got that super bass

Sixteen, got a whiff of that speed

Redan road, that’s my street