This is a song about "Monocota and dicota"

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

And kill yourself and your clique

And a fridge and some broccoli

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You couldn't live your life for the moment

And remember what i said and

And get it again and again

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

She should have invited her

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

Contributing the real shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,