This is a song about "Niki and gabi"

And i need this forever

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

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And their mothers and fathers

And a fridge and some broccoli

What them tippers don't see

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs

I don't want it on my back

And like to boast and brag

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

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

You were right here all along

And once i'm dead and gone