This is a song about "Gabby and parker"

Catch you up on places i've been

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

And get it again and again

What the fuck happened to rap when

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Peter parker flow, no glasses

Thought this was forever love

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold