This is a song about "For you"

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Or babies they raisin

Use you for immolation...

And word i blew off herb i grew

Ive been waitin for you

And my hormones fell for you

What preceded was the clue

Rappad isn't a place for you,

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Get enough do anything for you

When i get to warwick avenue