This is a song about "Abandonment issues eggs crippling depression turn up catacombs dancing"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Debatable. no debate when you turn up missing.

I miss you at my recent show

Turn the bling up like imma pharoah

And i have trust issues

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

There's no dancing for you tonight.

By any means necessary get campaign right

Nightmare on any street

Ugh fuck turn up the heat,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

You bout to get the worst of me after i turn up,

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

See i'm fronting, get your food, keep on running

Spray by the book and you'd get guys crippling