This is a song about "Bubbles and unicorns"

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

Until all the air bubbles have popped.

I know my calling's worth like phone card

And inhospitable,

Yeah come holla at your uncle

It's apparent you're transparent, you're fake, unicorns are realer than you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

As she goes through the levels

Bubbles and drains, it sucks