This is a song about "Hayek and keyne"

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And a fridge and some broccoli

We love for a while then a light goes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

And kill yourself and your clique

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

And get it again and again

I delete they history

Living young and wild and free

And their mothers and fathers

Know just what your worth

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment