This is a song about "Sally and sara"

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Living young and wild and free

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer