This is a song about "Carbon cycle"

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

But this shit’s gotta stop, it’s an endless cycle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

For why things were always in a cycle

It's a meaningless cycle of despair

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Black side keep on to cycle while i'm tryna recycle

You just working with the scraps you was given

Self inflicted, stuck in a cycle of addiction

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I would still be pessimistic, all aggressive in a brutal cycle,

I'm dazed, trapped in a cycle

Never seen you as lyrical

There made out of carbon mesh!

And i'mma keep ya fresh