This is a song about "Bareknuckle rib pest liberating blaster acrobatic blushing savage beggar sand"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Every time i'm rappen i thought i was a beast in fact i was considered a pest

Dinin on this pest with these tyrannical texts

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Life has put her to the test

Sicker than a tick pest

White sand beaches everywhere

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

But i was too busy acting like a pest

When you crushing, blushing

But he don't rule a thing

Yeah, we get this cabbage

In rap track that's this savage

I hope i'm still in your brain and without you, i'm a beggar

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her