This is a song about "Gitta and andrea"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

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

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

I just know what you mean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Had to wear the 13's with them

And get it again and again

A couple of sprites but no beer

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

And their mothers and fathers

Know just what your worth

I just want somebody i can see

And a fridge and some broccoli