This is a song about "Kayley and camryn"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

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

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I got alotta phones

And nasty remains and bones

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

And kill yourself and your clique