This is a song about "Wills and inheritance"

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

And a fridge and some broccoli

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

Don’t i talk nasty, she don’t know my government

A carriage from my inheritance/

Not king james, these were coke kings

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Social conditioning and

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

My only purpose in life to kill myself up on accident

Well, maybe not forever

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

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash