This is a song about "Matt slays and rebbeca zamolo"

And kill yourself and your clique

Swear i will murk any beat

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

What i do, through and through and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Said when i do dirt wit her

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

To war with the coppers

And their mothers and fathers