This is a song about "Erin and isla and katie"

But don't fall asleep

And kill yourself and your clique

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

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

And once i'm dead and gone

Wonder where i went wrong

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

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

And a fridge and some broccoli

That's why i'm makin' money

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

I think i owe you an apology katie, 'cause no one's as cold as me,

Hoping that he's listening

And i'm dizzy and spinning