This is a song about "Niggers and neko"

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And these shape-shifting hoes

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and