This is a song about "Kieran and gazza"

And kill yourself and your clique

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

And once i'm dead and gone

I get slight work like big sean

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And i'm dizzy and spinning

There'd still be niggas out killing

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

But nah, he is quite different

And remember what i said and