This is a song about "Kayley and camryn"

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

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As my name get bigger this game get different

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

But we still real brothers

And their mothers and fathers

And now that i’m getting money

And a fridge and some broccoli