This is a song about "Romeo and julliet"

And get it again and again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

You juliet im romeo

This summer gone be mine though

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

As she goes through the levels

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

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

I be pickin' up them younger girls, them teenagers like i'm romeo,

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

What do i really need

And kill yourself and your clique