This is a song about "Luke and"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

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

And i just want to hold her

That's why i'm makin' money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

They laugh and scream and leap

Mmg and that's my clique

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant