This is a song about "Sure"

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Im sure most of yall can relate

To make sure that the match is made

If i should die before i wake

Years back you believed that the world was fair

So i wanna make sure somewhere

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

Double lock your door just to be doubly sure

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

Hold up, maryland, i am so tour

Won't hear about you no more, i'm sure,

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Make sure it remembers my name

Don't ask me questions because i'm not sure.

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull