This is a song about "Tex and cheyenne"

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

And like to boast and brag

The door crack, niggas all black

And get it again and again

And do i need to mention when

This is oh so much like getting votes

And nasty remains and bones

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Cause you love me, call me daddy

Living young and wild and free