This is a song about "Neil and trisha"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Live from the lamont's rose

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And more than confident

Social conditioning and

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

And kill yourself and your clique

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle