This is a song about "Davis and opie"

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

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

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Reminds you of the faces, trayvon martin, jordan davis,

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

Social conditioning and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

And kill yourself and your clique

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,