This is a song about "Monocota and dicota"

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate

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

Good love then i can do that for her

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Social conditioning and

Put the purp in the blunt

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Got shows on top of shows

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

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

You know...you know who you are