This is a song about "Phil and alison"

Im out here trying to fill up banks like uncle phil

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And get it again and again

We love for a while then a light goes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

What i do, through and through and

Knees dug deep into the pavement

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

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

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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