This is a song about "Rome and greece"

And a fridge and some broccoli

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Freestyle, off the dome, living like i lived in rome

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,

And kill yourself and your clique

If he does my soul to keep

So many gods of rap, think i'm in ancient greece

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Fellatio is frequent, still i treat them decent