This is a song about "Owen and abbi"

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And a fridge and some broccoli

And get it again and again

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

And like to boast and brag

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Ha! i'm more cleaver, clever

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

And kill yourself and your clique

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And stop playing hide and seek,

The revolution will proceed

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

And remember what i said and