This is a song about "Joggers and martinelli"

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

Redan road, that’s my street

And kill yourself and your clique

Living young and wild and free

Shit with our whole family

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

And a fridge and some broccoli

Fuck that now trying get the money

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And their mothers and fathers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

When they here today what you say to them

And get it again and again