This is a song about "Girls guitars babys"

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

Murder ya with a babys rattle toy,

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

My flow fatal ready to disable the bus and break him down like a babys cradle

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Cassidy your different from other girls

Bruh, i see, girls everywhere

I'm love stoned and i could swear

Back like i never ever left in the first

No new babys to be born into the world

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

But got love for them girls

That try to chase these skirts