This is a song about "Vicky and aiden"

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Where the black girls get their weaves back

And like to boast and brag

And inhospitable,

A criminal grind mean hustle

Nickel plated chromegot this baby capone lookin like a giant

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

And get it again and again

Flyer then the rest of them

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

To war with the coppers

And their mothers and fathers