This is a song about "Louise and lucy"

And remember what i said and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

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

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Swear i will murk any beat

And kill yourself and your clique

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across