This is a song about "Glitter and gloss"

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And get it again and again

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And remember what i said and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

No i'll have that bitch wit some glitter then i'll tip her,

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

And stop playing hide and seek,

Yea i'm missin some sleep

And a fridge and some broccoli

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

For the low that nine cheap

And kill yourself and your clique