This is a song about "Boobs and pusy"

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The revolution will proceed

And stop playing hide and seek,

She can only live for the moment

Grab the scissors and saws and

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

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

And my weed man should just sell flutes

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

Riddles and jokes and scary crows

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

And when theres booze their is boobs