This is a song about "Turtles and pandas"

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

Grab the scissors and saws and

Put the purp in the blunt

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

And a fridge and some broccoli

Living young and wild and free

I was wondering maybe

And kill yourself and your clique

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Fake niggas get dial tones

And nasty remains and bones

And inhospitable,

Got to the end of the tunnel