This is a song about "Pap and fleis"

And once i'm dead and gone

Get on a song

I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Social conditioning and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And remember what i said and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

That's why i'm makin' money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Big homie hov said i am close