This is a song about "Sloth and connor"

And inhospitable,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And stop playing hide and seek,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

And a fridge and some broccoli

You a lady boss, now you fly free

In the house, holla back

And like to boast and brag

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,