This is a song about "Cupid and psyche"

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

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Still you couldn't know my psyche, liar, pants on fire,

And losin all his money

Living young and wild and free

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

Stupid, but i got an early visit from the cupid

And these shape-shifting hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

What i do, through and through and

This is something different