This is a song about "Daquan and keisha"

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And kill yourself and your clique

But i'm not worried

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Social conditioning and

I fear no opponent

Not to give me stress and add to pressure

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

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Caged, and the wonder is seen