This is a song about "Jilly and gayle"

I'm about to snap

And like to boast and brag

And once i'm dead and gone

Don't gotta wait long

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Come see real niggas on my team

And remember what i said and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And i got nieces who need me they fathers ain't important