This is a song about "They sead"

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

They keep stealin', they can't stop the burglary

They think they figured me out, haha, they barely scratched the surface

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

They acting like they know me

They fuckin overproduce

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

'cause when they run they lips i be what they talk about

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Realistically they really

Once as a slave who imagined being free

This is my ambition

And they know they can't blend in/