This is a song about "Joggers and martinelli"

And remember what i said and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

And some strawberries and some chocolate

I'll never be retro like a cool kid

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

And like to boast and brag

There's crack, there's crack

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Or closed casket for our troubles

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Every night i stroke hoes

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different