This is a song about "Tanisha and precious"

With how i been, i been reckless, this life of mine oh so precious

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

A couple of sprites but no beer

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Blunt nearly as fat as that old bitch precious

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

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

Those seconds are precious like hours

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

So let 'em chase love

Time past like it was precious

Social conditioning and

Put the purp in the blunt