This is a song about "Ser and estar"

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

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Have no souls indeed

And kill yourself and your clique

And a fridge and some broccoli

Cause some of you bitches funny

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As she goes through the levels

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And their mothers and fathers

Talking about the god you serve

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

And some strawberries and some chocolate