This is a song about "Malik and cameron"

Guess i’m different than most

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Indubitably i'm too street

And kill yourself and your clique

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good love then i can do that for her

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

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

And a fridge and some broccoli

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold