This is a song about "Louis and winston"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

No wonder why when times get hard

You could say im like louis & clark

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Used to call me the african don dada

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

But i'm not worried

And kill yourself and your clique

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

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one