This is a song about "Jonah and hamish"

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

More money that mean less sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

And remember what i said and

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

I'm a whale and you're jonah my proportions are biblical

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble