This is a song about "Mishapps and whathps"

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And their mothers and fathers

All my real motherfuckin partners

Living young and wild and free

Like hoes down in magic city

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And kill yourself and your clique