This is a song about "Melon"

Cause i'm a baller all y'all niggas do is block the hoop

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

Damn c's out fishing to get these whack rappers out

And tell me why would we just think about

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Before i hit you with my abyssal vine whip

After the sadness of the summer winter time froze after another

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

The final fatality,

And so is this whole family

Say you through will all my foul ways

I'm ice cold like the winter days

Watching grey matter separates from your cerebral cortex,

The most brokest cold stock broker winter solstice

To soho, baby milo so dope

Rhymes with cantaloupe and antelope!