This is a song about "Pablo escobar"

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

The most lowkey somebody call me pablo

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

The world looking out, they on the front row

Still writing my diary like petey pablo

You see my friend, i am a druglord like escobar

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre