This is a song about "Insults"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Where they are afraid of all the insults

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Cos i can't manage to absorb your slow ways of spewing insults in my face

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I'm hauling, bawling daring and taring stunts whist calling insults,

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap