This is a song about "Korbin and andrew"

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

Modu, he's ready for whatever

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

And a fridge and some broccoli

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

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

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

Guess i’m different than most

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Or never say never though i admit

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.