This is a song about "Rian and jules"

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Grab the scissors and saws and

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

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

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

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

And nasty remains and bones

And we crazy, homes

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And stop playing hide and seek,

The revolution will proceed