This is a song about "Rachel the slag"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

The club underwater, have em running out the front

We stay faded, need no occasion

Eyes poked out the the raven

I bring the heat like the

Now hey little mama

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Thinking about you, you slag

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

It's such a lonely world

The sequel to the first

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

The realist in the game

I was so sincere like nas first name