This is a song about "Loquacious taciturn sagacious deft and synopsis"

From the back seat, back seat

And stop playing hide and seek,

If you ain't about money

Living young and wild and free

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

And get it again and again

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

I got something you've been waiting for

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