This is a song about "Spies and hitmen"

But nah, he is quite different

Grab the scissors and saws and

I don't know defeat

And stop playing hide and seek,

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

And don't ever (and don't ever)

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Living young and wild and free

Summertime in the city

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

So while you worry about the hoes