This is a song about "Preppy and sassy"

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Third ward general, young cash money

And a fridge and some broccoli

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

And i'm dizzy and spinning

But i ain't listening

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And remember what i said and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

And nasty remains and bones

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle