This is a song about "Dlee and flea"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

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

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Living young and wild and free

But i think i like that, just maybe

And i'm dizzy and spinning

There'd still be niggas out killing

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

So dunn stay silent

Grab the scissors and saws and