This is a song about "Riley and chloe"

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

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

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I was born to do the damn thing

And kill yourself and your clique

Seein' dreams in they sleep

This how i hear it different

Grab the scissors and saws and

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Vodka and soda, pineapple and patron

My broad is a trophy

Haha lots of hate, chloe