This is a song about "James and izzy"

And inhospitable,

No one notice your struggle

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Someone better let rick james out

And tell me why would we just think about

James got home all alone with a bottle of patron.

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

Grab the scissors and saws and

So dunn stay silent

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,