This is a song about "Vagas and assassination"

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

No, no, we are not those

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ima bosscall me ah a skinny rick rossflyer than a sworm of moths

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

No one notice your struggle

And inhospitable,

Baby, you know who you are

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

So she loving me, got a house up vagas,(where it ought

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost