This is a song about "Jeff and melly"

And kill yourself and your clique

If he does my soul to keep

And a fridge and some broccoli

Fuck fame, fuck money

And like to boast and brag

Ha my mojo back

Or something that you paid for

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

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But nah, he is quite different

And remember what i said and