This is a song about "Bitches loose pussy"

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

But we dont fucking loose,

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Aight so yall niggas gonna talk about pussy, bitches, and gays

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

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

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Writing like i'm running on the loose,

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Pussy got loose lips and blue shit, so it's click-clack-boom bitch