This is a song about "Goodwin matt and gage"

Make the fingers snap

And like to boast and brag

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But we still real brothers

And their mothers and fathers

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Living young and wild and free

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

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

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts