This is a song about "Monocots and dicot"

And i ain't frontin for her

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

And their mothers and fathers

So you finally got the nerve

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

And stop playing hide and seek,

I don't know defeat

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Tell a bitch lean

This how i hear it different

Grab the scissors and saws and

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

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant