This is a song about "Jake and nikayla"

The plight of a rapper or whatever

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

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

But got comma’s in my statement

And remember what i said and

It's roc nation, this my team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,