This is a song about "Olivia and mikey"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

For the low that nine cheap

They laugh and scream and leap

Living young and wild and free

Don't worry bout a thang baby

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

I work hard for everything i get