This is a song about "Afg breakup"

Separating paradigms deprecating megatron

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

Better or worse, the center of attention

I slip my handymen's, handy manny's banana in...

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

And rip out your vocal cords, and then disconnect your spinal cords,

Uh, this here a volcanic eruption

You're uncool like my mother kin

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

My thoughts are scrambling my mind is fucked it needs dismantling

She said slip this piece of paper on your tongue and

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Me in a frame busting a nut till i can feel my gut hurting and almost bursting.