This is a song about "Olivia and thomas"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Well, the club bout to hear this song

And once i'm dead and gone

And remember what i said and

Put the purp in the blunt

And a fridge and some broccoli

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Social conditioning and

This how i hear it different

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And their mothers and fathers

But we still real brothers