This is a song about "Imbeciles and lasagna"

And pissing red, white, and blue

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

Fuck them, fly together

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I cant stress it enough to you imbeciles

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

And a fridge and some broccoli

And now that i’m getting money

What i do, through and through and

And more than confident