This is a song about "Phil and alison"

All my real motherfuckin partners

And their mothers and fathers

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

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

But that's what he liked her

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

I see a young teen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,