This is a song about "Shoutout to all my pears"

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Thats all/ aint never been much to it/ moneys caught my eye

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

“i leave all my assets to my latino mistress”

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,

Listening to all my screams

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

To all my friends reading this get ready to rise

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice