This is a song about "Crayons and bologine"

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Dc star, a pg legend

And remember what i said and

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fresher than me, never

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

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

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever