This is a song about "Iffy azalea"

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

Got a nigga seein things

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Im a move to the beat u fools r sweet

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

But i'm not worried

Ill keep it short and sweet

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

Ain't shit sweet but sixteens

Tryna kill my dreams

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

The super beast with a suited suite it's stupid sweet