This is a song about "Baes and bikes"

And kill yourself and your clique

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment

And stop playing hide and seek,

African queen got what you need

But you know women lieits like i sent my love with a text two times

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

And get it again and again

Listen, these niggas is tripping

And i'm dizzy and spinning

My records sell, yes sir

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