This is a song about "Dido and aeneaus"

I’m way harder than the concrete

And stop playing hide and seek,

And kill yourself and your clique

But don't fall asleep

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Hit it til your make up missing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I got a dollar and a dream

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

And a fridge and some broccoli

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,