Migos, Cardi B, and Intersections

Black bodies

Constructing follies

Holy shit he has feelings too !?

Black Lady

Bute ass babies

Wrapping up of the weave

She ain’t leave the Bronx yet,

Fretting not at what a bitch has to interject

Grand-momma died (momma)

Trapping and collecting those commas

Llamas -animals that don’t see

That these black men want to be free

She does that- killing the music deceased

Creasing the history of feminism and musical capitalism

Bilingual babe

Serving these look with no plate

Beat that competition- they’re too late

Locking up our men

Pretending that you’re saving them

Incarcerated their stems - black men the true gems

Years trapped in the trap house

Inherently bad -societies free clout

Running down on the norms of disrespect

Come outside lil supremacists

Watch you’re price get paid

Running your mouth and watch the Uzi’s lay -blap!

Violently wanting justice

Can you blame us we’ve been put last- but first this:

Musicians creating twerking bliss - renovation to the narrative of black excellence