This is a song about "Blinking church wicked poison"

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

And then along came the wrong man for her

Self designated wicked critical closer

Your rhyme is like a poison dart,

February cold as my heart

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Kind of chill but every now and then i get this violent urge,

Or am i just slowly blinking what was i thinking

I’m something like a fetus, i'm not quite kidding

Because of my wicked flow

Whip purple and yellow, hello

In all the blinking lights and dial tones

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones