This is a song about "Rehab and frc"

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

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

To war with the coppers

And their mothers and fathers

And stop playing hide and seek,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And remember what i said and

And get caught, in the moment

Juicy and hot such a black bitch temper

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

Make martin luther tell god i'm the future for heaven's talent

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