It’s time of the month not talking bout reds i’m speaking on blues I'm turning my head from konkonsa i pity your views I'll be there in 10 we Okocha we killis en route Orange and bruit couple of cubes and a tip of the hooch with a garnish for juice I got a friend on the xanni nickname is annie Bust her perillies on vally and blamed it on sally Been there and done that in my sweats and a sun hat I rolled with a 3 gram i don’t miss the draw backs I raised myself in survival mode, don’t shake your head at this text if you don’t know the context it’s tribal code, Why would you come argumentative? I got a show in 10 minutes it’s more than recycled flows. This is the trauma 2 decades be built on i put my boots on to hike up this higher road. I put my celly up on mute again, NO to the food and the zoot again. NO to the friends that be talking faux pas every second my mind can’t compute again, NO to the friends that said no to my wedding to hit up a shooby in lower ends When i earn a milli I’ll call up my husband OK cos i ain’t on phoning friends labels be on me in winter as soon as it’s august I watch them go cold again