This is a song about "Adam and brooke"

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Or like monumental mixtape of the moment

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

And my tongue stay flicking, over clits and fucking lips and

She can only live for the moment

Social conditioning and

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

And remember what i said and

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant