This is a song about "Turks and caicos"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

Grab the scissors and saws and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

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

But that's what he liked her

Translation cause my life is too sweet

And kill yourself and your clique

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Put the purp in the blunt

Social conditioning and

I’m tryna be low key

And a fridge and some broccoli

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls