This is a song about "Ernest hemingway"

But when i step in, i chill in my hammock, i'm dangerously dynamic.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

Gritty lyrics display the difference in vivid images i make

Life is like a phone booth, these pigeons is the fuckin' toll

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Sadistic boy be realistic i hope these lyrics get under your

I'm going off the top of the brain

Out like hemingway and cobain

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

I'm realistic, why would i be kidding?

And getting money is the song i sing