This is a song about "Louise and dillon"

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

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And i put you on the team

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Listen, these niggas is tripping

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Swear i will murk any beat

And stop playing hide and seek,

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,