This is a song about "Tattleing and reporting"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

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

Let my angel sing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

I know mario's on the hook, but i was playing duck hunt

Reporting a federal crime an act of terror

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And nasty remains and bones

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes