This is a song about "Samoa and tonga"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Living young and wild and free

Lets come up to my city

And stop playing hide and seek,

The revolution will proceed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And kill yourself and your clique

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And remember what i said and

She got me caught up in the moment

And nasty remains and bones

Fake niggas get dial tones