This is a song about "Pouya and diego"

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

Social conditioning and

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

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

Let diego speak when he sits down to play

See i came a long way, that's living the wrong way

They laugh and scream and leap

Yea i'm missin some sleep

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

And once i'm dead and gone

Look, by the end of this song

Than a tornado that's based in lower diego

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe