This is a song about "Darrell and briana"

Im always on the yard like farmers

And their mothers and fathers

And nasty remains and bones

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

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

I be gettin' money

And a fridge and some broccoli

I’m way harder than the concrete

And stop playing hide and seek,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle