This is a song about "Martha and adrian"

And once i'm dead and gone

December 4th a star was born

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Super magic, abracadabra kid

But nah, he is quite different

And remember what i said and

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

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

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

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

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose