This is a song about "Cmoney and cmoney"

And nasty remains and bones

And we crazy, homes

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And their mothers and fathers

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

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

Indubitably i'm too street

And kill yourself and your clique

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles