This is a song about "Starbucks and hangovers"

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

Well, maybe not forever

So while you worry about the hoes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Bitch i'm all you need

And stop playing hide and seek,

Covering their arms with cuts and spending all their money at starbucks

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

And kill yourself and your clique

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And a fridge and some broccoli

That's why i'm makin' money