This is a song about "Maddy on louis"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Try not to lead her on

Your on fire.. your on fire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Cause i already moved on

Your on fire.. your on fire

She should have invited her

Now im getting them on

When you took my hand up so calm

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter