This is a song about "Holiday with steph"

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

And then along came the wrong man for her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Poppin cristal like it's my first child, lickin shots, holiday style

With rock, shock rap with doc

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

They like talk to em young

Cripple with delusion

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,

Easier to deal with, easier to feel with

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Better to try then die with