This is a song about "Procter and gamble"

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I gave a shit, a gamble that lassoed me into being played a bit

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And inhospitable,

I'm modest, and humble