This is a song about "Biancas and beatrices"

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Ay sallie, i know i ain't been answering your calls

And a fridge and some broccoli

Just to go to liv on a sunday

Yeah come holla at your uncle

And inhospitable,

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

Social conditioning and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

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

I got something you've been waiting for