This is a song about "Raul and keyla"

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

So while the world goes drake crazy

Living young and wild and free

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear