This is a song about "Letting shots fire hood keef"

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Blow some dro and letting shit go…

Silly bitches gon' follow

Cuz i’m not letting this go

You could say i'm friends with fred

Musical shots at your head,

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

But now your under a hood

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

She can only take so much more than her heart got

Letting the melody synch while i jot

Got tired of running from the police

My raps and verses bang bang like keef

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Let me find a new exit in this coral reef, who's keef