This is a song about "Rian and jules"

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Double m-g not to mention we got that

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And kill yourself and your clique

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

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

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Shit is on silent all day long

And once i'm dead and gone

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Just to go to liv on a sunday

And a fridge and some broccoli