This is a song about "Disregarding males and getting mon"

Together all the timethought it was true love

And snitches be getting hunted like some witches

You see the world is scary

Getting you sprung and merry

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

As my brain keeps getting brighter and brighter

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

And getting songs signed by minors

"holy shit wow look at them gigantic racks my mon!"

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Young black males targeted by alarming arrest rates,

And i don't take these bitches out, i make pajama dates