This is a song about "Vicky and aiden"

If you ain't about money

And a fridge and some broccoli

That moschino shit is so back

And like to boast and brag

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Or who f*ckin' on who, need a pap smear

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Yeah, check the stats, my team winning

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Good kids make bad grown ups

Niggas is unifying as we speak

And kill yourself and your clique

And once i'm dead and gone

I walked up and asked what's wrong