This is a song about "Turks and caicos"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

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

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

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

My records sell, yes sir

Baby, you know who you are

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

And a fridge and some broccoli

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Last week in turks and caicos to put my new whip to test

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best