This is a song about "Nipples and clits"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

And their mothers and fathers

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

Niggas is unifying as we speak

And stop playing hide and seek,

And remember what i said and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Ma god i miss your nipples in my mouth

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Apart from my nipples, and that i've got three,