This is a song about "Newt and nash"

Looking so damn right you're wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Lady at the frank stand will

And inhospitable,

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go