This is a song about "Nugs and minecraft"

And stop playing hide and seek,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Social conditioning and

Put the purp in the blunt

Young thug, sell nugs, like you trynna run the game right?

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs