This is a song about "Terrorists and yusuf ahad"

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

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

I got terrorists writing citing me as a reference

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

And their mothers and fathers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

And inhospitable,

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

Living young and wild and free

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

Death is the credit to terrorists / severing heads of degenerates

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Higher spots, like terrorists y'all are taking me hostage,