This is a song about "Corinne and alex macedo"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers

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

It still will come up clever

Ain't no women at the shows

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And i put you on the team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

Have no souls indeed

And stop playing hide and seek,