This is a song about "Kalin and myles"

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

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Money ain't a thing

Shit, we don't believe none of them

And get it again and again

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And kill yourself and your clique

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Know just what you worth

And their mothers and fathers