This is a song about "Newt and nash"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Poke out from behind her

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

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

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

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

She can only live for the moment

Social conditioning and

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And kill yourself and your clique

I pray the lord my guns to keep