This is a song about "Atmospheric layers"

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Dabbled in alien atmospheric, burying you in this searin lyric

Say your fucking prayers, stop cuttin layers, gods telling me your a sin waiting to happen,

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

Sitting back all these layers need to peal

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

Pen and paper, peel the layers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

I know my shit better anyone on this damn earth, curse this place, it's worse

Talking of the gods you serve

But it has been ripped off in layers,