This is a song about "Lily and caity"

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Car seats got screens in them

And get it again and again

And stop playing hide and seek,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

And some strawberries and some chocolate

You, you, you have to pay for that