This is a song about "Iffy azalea"

I though i was red hot

You know i am not gon stop

Her voice was soft and sweet,

I said i got my ass beat

I'll whip a 750 if it's black on chrome

Leave sweet, good hearted girls alone.

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

Roses grow from concrete, blossom into sweet magnolias,

The games new emir i run this shit like a african dictator

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Fresh peel after intersecting slides your glistening red

But my crib was straight ahead, shorty gave me head

You think you put in work? that's sweet

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

All i could see by your body was red

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check