This is a song about "Jake and lou"

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Why do you hate and why do you affiliate with a jake

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Bitches pursue me like a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Mary lou could wear a black hood too, but she's golden

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

And a fridge and some broccoli