This is a song about "Dionne and austin"

I don't know defeat

And kill yourself and your clique

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

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

But we still real brothers

And their mothers and fathers

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

And nasty remains and bones

And i don't think homes

You ain't never seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

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

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

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government