This is a song about "Jake and nikayla"

If you ain't about money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And kill yourself and your clique

I’m way harder than the concrete

Riding around with ms. reece and them

And get it again and again

So gon' and be my dealer baby

Living young and wild and free

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And their mothers and fathers