This is a song about "Blanket forts"

Window is open, cold as snow, no glimpse of a blanket

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Found another man on her bed blanket over the head making love with no shame

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Here's a blanket sleep with the fishes in the lake.

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

Aboard with swords n' forts but no torch to sort regions

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits