This is a song about "Dill and joey"

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

African queen got what you need

And kill yourself and your clique

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Lemme spark it off unorthodox, joey bada$$,

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

She was trapped like a cash strapped gambler, joey finally snapped…

Ay yo you wonder who i are

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

Now ur stuck in a pickle and this aint no dill

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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