This is a song about "Basil the bagel"

At this point there's a hole in my heart like a bagel

I can make music that makes sense, but not meant to be stable

Your the boat without the paddle

She caught up in my love triangle

I wonder so often

The bigger the the fun

A thug niggas in tha house

Ripped the gown around the blouse,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

You just trynna be haters

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues