This is a song about "Preppy and sassy"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones

But i ain't listening

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I said i got my ass beat

And kill yourself and your clique

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.