This is a song about "Pumpkins and violins"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

As she goes through the levels

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

So while you worry about the hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Can't nothing come between me and you

And pissing red, white, and blue

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,