This is a song about "Glad plum read head bread weather treasure breakfast cousin friend"

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

Ya'll wife and white knight her

And i hate the chilly weather

Kick back and know yo son set

And my friend vlad shoot right in my head

But im glad it didnt doe

Your girlfriend want to follow

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Writin' lyrics previously locked inside treasure chests,

You shook my world and it felt apart

My cousin dont get me hard,

Educate and create a way to hide your treasure

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Although knowing we'll be glad

No car key and i mean that