This is a song about "Tutu and bows"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

And kill yourself and your clique

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

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

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Big bows,screaming fan ,big shows.pretty like a crown,can nothing put

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

What i do, through and through and

And the word most important

On they twitter writing novels, see

And a fridge and some broccoli

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun