This is a song about "Pots and pans"

What i do, through and through and

And more than confident

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

We freestyle battle opponents and make em break like pots of clay

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

They laugh and scream and leap

Mmg and that's my clique

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

And pissing red, white, and blue

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

And their mothers and fathers

Oldest nation on this earth

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear