This is a song about "Stocks and bonds"

This how i hear it different

Social conditioning and

And inhospitable,

As i light one for ill will

Sounds like they got a thong on and got strong bonds with feminine activists

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And kill yourself and your clique

Now it's time to eat

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts