This is a song about "Emily and liv"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

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

Make my jollof with lots of pepper