This is a song about "Stocks and bonds"

One day it'll rise like stocks and burn up fucking city blocks.

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Poke out from behind her

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

Redan road, that’s my street

And stop playing hide and seek,

And more than confident

What i do, through and through and

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

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

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

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

The plight of a rapper or whatever