This is a song about "Joggers and martinelli"

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And kill yourself and your clique

Swear i will murk any beat

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

And get it again and again

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Talking about the god you serve

And their mothers and fathers

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And remember what i said and