This is a song about "Tate and violet"

I ain't trying to be ignorant

Social conditioning and

Chillin' with homies and family

Living young and wild and free

What i do, through and through and

I fear no opponent

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

And inhospitable,

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

But if i'm wrong

And once i'm dead and gone

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts