This is a song about "Sora kairi and riku"

I don't care what it did to them

And get it again and again

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

And like to boast and brag

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

And a fridge and some broccoli

I be gettin' money

And niggas flashing crazy

Living young and wild and free

And some strawberries and some chocolate

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Patron black, uh, patron jones

And nasty remains and bones