This is a song about "Jana and karina"

And kill yourself and your clique

Now it's time to eat

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

And like to boast and brag

It was all bad

And remember what i said and

And more than confident

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And a fridge and some broccoli

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

A couple of sprites but no beer

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble