This is a song about "The pinkprint"

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

As the king upon the throne

She wanna be grown

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

The street slang i be speakin in code

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Thinkin of the the dreams

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Down the street to the car,

Baby, you know who you are