This is a song about "You melt"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Nobody cares about you except you

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

Open the door, they scream freeze, melt em--with the lead from the glock

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

Kill them with kindness, like dorthy show them bliss. they'll melt like the witch,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

I straight melt domes every time i belt poems

Niggas in the street scared

Make the mother fucker melt

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

You got your crew behind you

The boa know they loving the crew

Yes,it's you. rap beats you.

Baby you know i love you

And all the shit you went through