This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

The pressures getting to my head, so i gotta release/

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

You can push me aside and rush

The critics are calling me conscious

Hit the club she drop it low

That you better know how to throw

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

First verse got me feeling like tyler the creator's relapse reaction

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Mood constantly on the move

And i love you all

And throw her shit in the hall

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Lyrically ma talent makes you wanna poke your prostate admire n masturbate

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Relapse, gotta relax, make real raps, eat snacks.