This is a song about "Kalin and myles"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

I call it speaking tongues

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And a fridge and some broccoli

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

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

Haven't seen a girl in so long

And once i'm dead and gone

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

And some strawberries and some chocolate

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

And don't ever (and don't ever)