This is a song about "Punny and tunny"

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

And once i'm dead and gone

And we don't know no right from wrong

And remember what i said and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

And get it again and again

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Come see real niggas on my team

This how i hear it different

Grab the scissors and saws and

From the back seat, back seat

And stop playing hide and seek,

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

As she goes through the levels