This is a song about "Tumay and brikena"

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

And a fridge and some broccoli

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

I see a young teen

Or closed casket for our troubles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

See, i like the person that you are

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

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And inhospitable,