This is a song about "Quinn and alison"

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

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

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

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

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

It's roc nation, this my team

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

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

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and