This is a song about "I can t hear you"

Raised by a momma who, who

Keep talking, i can't hear you

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Now all my people can you hear me

You can hear the ocean real well.

Let me call that hotel

My phone isn't dead cause i can hear it beeping

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

Now all my people can you hear me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

When im on the mic you can hear nothing but crickets

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

My dudes can you hear me, the dearly departed