This is a song about "Lucy and ella"

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Cause they right down the street

And kill yourself and your clique

Grab the scissors and saws and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And a fridge and some broccoli

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts