This is a song about "Thais and kalin and myle"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Modu, he's ready for whatever

Fuck you if you feelin' different

And remember what i said and

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

And once i'm dead and gone

My way like a usher song