This is a song about "Mhy and baw"

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever

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

From the back seat, back seat

And kill yourself and your clique

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Living young and wild and free

Cause time is money

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

We love for a while then a light goes