This is a song about "Jemma and corey"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

And stop playing hide and seek,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

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

Harder than my dick when taylor swift is in my basement

They laugh and scream and leap

This is the concrete

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,