This is a song about "Heather and jose"

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Shit, we don't believe none of them

You ain't never seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And remember what i said and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

You couldn't live your life for the moment

What i do, through and through and

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Third ward general, young cash money