This is a song about "Mia and brady"

And remember what i said and

But nah, he is quite different

Roll wit ace, khaled and them

And get it again and again

And some strawberries and some chocolate

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Listen, these niggas is tripping

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I want to tie her body up and throw her in my basement

Slaying when campaigning punching babies as if i was cam brady/

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

That's why i'm makin' money

Living young and wild and free