This is a song about "Maria and cobi"

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

But there is only one like maria willoughby, my mother.

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

This the newest wolf gang member

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

African queen got what you need

And kill yourself and your clique

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

Mmg and that's my clique

They laugh and scream and leap

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement