This is a song about "Ty ty and mekhi lhi"

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

And get it again and again

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Good kids make bad grown ups

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And like to boast and brag

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But i let off everything i have

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And once i'm dead and gone

December 4th a star was born