This is a song about "Nichole and loki"

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

And kill yourself and your clique

Where you welcome to problems

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Flyer then the rest of them

And get it again and again

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

My records sell, yes sir

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Inspired by women, niggas say that i treat em different