This is a song about "Vans hoodies kalin and myles hamburgers"

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Shout out my nigga miles

And kill yourself and your clique

Yea i'm missin some sleep

A criminal grind mean hustle

And inhospitable,

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And a fridge and some broccoli

I’m tryna be low key

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

Than the muse of a family

Living young and wild and free

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning