This is a song about "Kenan and kel"

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

Grab the scissors and saws and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Social conditioning and

And a fridge and some broccoli

On they twitter writing novels, see

And stop playing hide and seek,

The revolution will proceed

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold