This is a song about "Jana and karina"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

And their mothers and fathers

Talking about the god you serve

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Wonder if they take it all back

And like to boast and brag

Hit it til your make up missing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,