This is a song about "Boil"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Behemoth brontosaurus bones boil in tar baths

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind

I boil lines under the hot platter.

You know...you know who you are

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Stress will make your blood boil, lock you up you see.

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

I'll take your words and boil it,