This is a song about "Iffy azalea"

Mama made her pretty

While im bout to, go blow tree

Burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

I'm bashing your fantasy like wood to a fairy otter

On they twitter writing novels, see

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

No key for release

Make like a tree and leave

Now i watch tinkerbell strip, sniff fairy dust

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Motherfuckin o.groll up in the club and shit, is that right

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe