This is a song about "Nobody can copy us"

U.k bitch nobody compares to us!

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

But what you know is that nobody can harm

You can even time us

A lovely outer surface

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Just let us leave your streets and you can take our weeds"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

That is ruining there perception of us can you see

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Between us we can take bad and make it better,

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Nobody can compare to this