This is a song about "Pouya and diego"

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Bitch you should see my wallet

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Let diego speak when he sits down to play

And i can't even look the other way

I'mma need two mics just to get my point across

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Haters beware, i can see clear