This is a song about "Logan martini"

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

The world is so typical

And double to triple

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Got into trouble through himself into a pile of ruble then wrote a letter while

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

The greatest ever, made this clever, an unthought of message and say this letter

Movin from single to double

No one notice your struggle

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Most times when a liquor all gone

I hope this letter survived

From the womb, my newborn child