This is a song about "Sierra mills"

Mami told me son, hold your own

Like sierra leone.

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Aint from sierra leone but i'm the diamond in the rough, shining bright

Stop blowin' up my cell phone

Like sierra leone.

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

Petrified planking and trending mills

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

They blowing up my phone

Like sierra leone.

Sierra still saying iv played her since fifth

So i can understand police victims