This is a song about "Flexing and bengies"

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

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

Well, maybe not forever

Swear i'm trying to get through

And pissing red, white, and blue

Ay yo you wonder who i are

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

And a fridge and some broccoli

Let me rideuntil i get free

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident