This is a song about "Victoria and anthony"

Shout out my nigga miles

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Living young and wild and free

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

And kill yourself and your clique

Sometimes i think, what i need

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and