This is a song about "40z"

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

After this i pass the curse onto your kids so they all grow up with jay z's lips

To patterns that's reminiscent of a sierra

Pray to mecca say villa live kinda omega like mega