This is a song about "Kieran and gazza"

And kill yourself and your clique

I’m way harder than the concrete

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

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

And stop playing hide and seek,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Had, like, the mixtape of the year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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